You half-whispered "I better get you girls low"
across the smoke filled auditorium -
a slip of the tongue
and exchange of letters,
which fit perfectly
into my empty chest...

Low
is what you represent
for me.

You
and every other metaphorical
happiness.

Lift me up;
Change the colour of my days;
Let me go -
make me low

This fear of living
manifests itself in
the space and time between us,
with earth shattering accuracy.

Today, I turned the corner
only to find the road behind
had evaporated into the saturated air.

And all these yesterdays
only touch my skin
in icy precipitation,
thinly veiled as winter's final sigh.

I think I'm losing myself
to imaginary moments...

09/10/2003

Author's Note: Inspired by the drunken verbal catastrophes of a new found friend. What I think he meant was, "I better let you girls go". Who could have known that it would come to this? I think too much.

Posted on 09/09/2003
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