Last night I cried,
with a grief like one
whose breath has been ripped away
before her lungs could fully grasp
how wonderous pure oxygen is;
like one who has glimpsed paradise
in her dreams
but does not recognize it
until returned to the waking world;
like one whose happiness
was a simple melody
that went unnoticed
among the symphony she created.

I cried with the grief
of one who has lost something dear
that she never truly had.

11/10/2003

Author's Note: Aha. Second draft. Much better. Yeah similes. And such.

Posted on 11/11/2003
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