if there is one to be led on
it is me
if there is one to lead me blindly
it is he

I recall
so fondly
and so afraid
the tastes I tasted with him
and remember
only
that I had said
in my head
confidently
stupidly
it tastes like somebody loves me

if there is one to end the pain
it is me
if there is one to prolong anguish
it is he

finally
I realize
his youth
immaturity
my understanding
forces every hope to crash
heaplike
on my chest
on my tongue
and it tastes like somebody leaving



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so the form is catching on ... so what? : )

07/21/2002

Posted on 07/21/2002
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