Looking at you is like Nostalgia
full-blown and in my face
only it isn't
    what was
    what could've been
    what should've been,
but what is... and isn't.
Like I miss the you I never knew,
but always Knew
    was there
    would be there
    is there now.
And I rack my brain,
    is it too late?
And I don't know why I couldn't hold on through it all
I couldn't watch you trying to find yourself
    knowing you eventually would
because you kept tapping this bruise blindly
and what does one say to that?
And besides, we all know
    I'm bad at keeping in touch
    you're bad at keeping in touch...
    we were all bad at the job...
So we'd drift together and apart like a loosely tied raft.
But you were
    too far from me
    too close to me
for me to even Think about trying to deal with
    myself
    concerning you.
But I swear,
not a day went by that I forgot.
Because life is still life without you
but not quite so fun(ny).

12/30/2003

Author's Note: What does one say to that?

Posted on 12/30/2003
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