learn to die again.
the taste of home burns my mouth.
it calls to me with an indecisive voice
and leaves me breathless and shaken
hoping for some kind of sign other
than the ones i have been sleeping with
for months. lying in a puddle of my
own needs and failed attempts at
completeness. i'm finding it harder to wake
up, to shake off the sadness that i
know is coming when home takes me
back and i am left to look at all that is
no longer familiar to me. so much has
changed and i have changed too.
but will the whispering walls remind me
of all i wanted to forget when i left that
last time, that final time.

i'm slowly learning that there really is no
such thing as a last time, a final time
when it's home calling you back again
and you can't help but turn around...

you can't help but listen.

06/29/2003

Posted on 06/30/2003
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