our lives are liquid and while i was
listening to the air breathe and c
ounting stars i realized that i was
never what i promised you i could
be if only you'd have let me but y
ou did and now look at what you'
re left with. this. broken hands a
nd silly ironies that roll off my b
ack like happy little acrobats wh
ose only love is to throw this all i
n your face. what a waste they s
ay sometimes when noone is arou
nd to hear them or to care really
but you have and you did, once w
hen i was too far away to touch
and you were too lonely for word
s. once. and that's really all that
counts. really all i could ever want.

12/18/2002

Author's Note: for you now that counting stars to pass days is growing to be nolongerenough

Posted on 12/19/2002
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