The fading can't come fast enough, but forgetting is so slow.
by Jon-Jacob F DealI sit and
sigh
But not how we used to
sigh
When we'd hold hands and
Our fingers would interlace
Just
So
(sigh)
When I'd wrap my arms around you
After long weeks apart and
Inhale against your neck and
sigh
When, naked as the virgin Earth
We'd create a two-continent Pangaea and
In the moment of completeness
Where I stopped and you began
We'd--
(sigh)
But now
I sit
and
sigh.
03/31/2004
