Didn’t you agree,
and at one point smile at me,
wide-eyed,
and say you knew just what I was thinking
but was too scared to say?
Something cheeky about “that look”
I gave you
meaning there was some kind of love there
for some kind of reason,
though it was too soon to be?
Well maybe I believed that hint
in your eye
for something like a minute
(or a month),
but then I exhaled,
and you unfurled,
and wisped away with the wind.
So you’re lost, and I’'m gone,
and you’re on to the next one,
but I still feel it,
for some kind of reason now,
when I’'m in the shower now,
drowning in my misunderstandings,
and I try to get clean somehow
with the soap you left behind
that diminishes day by day,
like a memory it fades –
you rubbed off
on
me.

07/26/2004

Posted on 07/26/2004
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