if you stare into the mirror long enough,
you might see the fingers of time wrapping around you,
pulling and tugging skin,
eternally pushing you towards the abyss,

when I look long enough into the mirror,
I can only reflect as far as my pain will allow,
theres always the hope that I might meet my chloe again,
then the thought explodes like cheap chinese fire crackers,

that ever present pipe dream,
always leaves a taste in my mouth,
but fades like brain cells,
maybe when I least expect it,
we could reconnect and have coffee under the sun,
we could walk together shoulder to shoulder and unload the burden of a thousand sighs,
maybe we will meet again in a glance,
or a heavy winds breath,
never again to see happiness in the eyes of your lover,

I miss my Chloe, and she'll never know she misses me.

07/07/2003

Author's Note: this poem is for a girl I once took a liking to, but know i will never see again. she happened to look like Chloe Seveyney

Posted on 07/07/2003
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