Sometimes I think about it,
and sometimes I would rather forget.
But in the end I always remember,
with bitter fondness of the feelings
that I most regret the most.

I remember your touch that
makes me feel the coldness of winter,
and the heat of a thousand suns.
How you made my heart explode,
like a thousand fire crackers.
And sometimes when I saw the twinkle
in your eye or seductive smile.
My heart burned out like millions
of stars.

But things are darker, and
I don't want to feel like how you
made me feel when I was near you.
I have the empty velvet void of night,
and I have fallen through many black holes
of my own self defeat.

The summer winds no longer sing your name,
and no longer do the warm night
remind me of your soft breath.
I have rested the ruby stone of my emotion
on my shelf.

The cracks have been filled, and
the world will no longer fill me with
your grief anymore.

07/21/2003

Posted on 07/22/2003
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