once, there was enough time
between us that we could bask
in the sunset and hide
glittering secrets between
the starlight and the moon.

i forget sometimes that i
am alone: i can still
feel one hand on my leg
and the other around
my shoulder.

funny how things change-
you seem to have unexisted
from there; only your shadow
and your scent remain (foolish,
isn't it, how i keep such things?)

new girls with white smile
and wide eyes latch them-
selves willfully to your
arm, i guess i forgot how
good of a thing i once had..

i do not regret the letting
go, i do, however, regret
the not holding on.

06/11/2004

Author's Note: uhhh... writer's block.

Posted on 06/11/2004
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