A warm touch by a cold stranger

the bottom of a long emptied bottle

desolate streets and empty neon signs

the butt of a dampened cigarette or far worse,

crowded bars, or empty parking lots,

complete silence, a hollow heart,

an unrecognized face, a false kiss

a well worn frown, and tarnished

a well worn sliver of silver,

an empty medicine cabinet,

another hotel bed that isnt lumpy

and a view i despise.

....

Like the back of my hand.

...



So alien, new...

a gentle caress, a kiss at night

simple acceptance, no questioning,

unregarded appreciation,

a smile before sleep,

bright laughter in the dark.

eyes that shine at me in the unlight night.

05/25/2002

Author's Note: I love you so much, im now looking back at this poem, looking back and the distinct before and after of me before you. I love you so much.

Posted on 05/25/2002
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