I sniff the air for the last time.
Maybe it is just for rememberance
of the first breath I took when
I was born.

Or maybe it is for the simplicity of
the nature to relive a memory long past.
In the end all I can think of
is the bittersweet taste of life.

Was it simply to forgive and forget?
I wish it would be that simple.
Is it to forget the soft white skin
that she had and the blue eyes,
or were they a deep green?

I tend to forget cause the jagged
pain of her absence tends to sting
me more then any hornet's bite or
bee's taste of my tender flesh.

I cling to my warm body as nothing else seems
to be real but the sadness and
pain of you.

Do I blame you for my current state of affairs?
No I can't blame you as I can not blame
the winds that blow against my skin,
nor the sun that burns high and burns my eyes.

So I swallow the pain each day like a foul ichor,
and say to myself that you will not hurt
me again.

And the pain is gone and the love is gone.
So thus life is but a dream, and I
am gone.

07/01/2003

Posted on 07/01/2003
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