i used to call you cute little names
the kind with no real meaning
but that rolled of the tongue so nicely
my duckie mama
my loveface
and now names like that sound like
dirty words
now names like that
are what i cannot say

[but my mind still thinks of you the same way]

last night i dreamt
that you said to me
i want to forget everything
that has gone wrong.
oh, darling,
i want to forget.
and so i cried
and so i screamed
and so i held you in my arms -
i awoke
and i did all but the last of those things

i believe that you are my morning
and i have lived on this planet long enough to know
that sunrise always comes.

03/28/2004

Author's Note: ...and you thought my poems were never about you.

Posted on 03/28/2004
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