he breathes life like he's never been lonely
and i would touch him if i thought it would ever
mean something to him.

but we are ghosts, he and i. we cannot help but to
continue to pass eachother by.

and i love him because he is rain
and sunflowers and every other thing i cannot
live without.

i love him

because i do not know how
to love
anyone
else.

11/27/2003

Posted on 11/27/2003
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