Now that love is over,
and the music of others
parts our ears,
remember those few
confused moments
we still need
despite the change?

Now that we no longer
have to love each other,
isn't it funny
how much
I miss you,
when the quiet night
folds my new lover asleep,
and your piano
soothes another,
parting keys
to begin again?

Will the lightning
ever come back,
now that
the days
are
surely
long?

10/02/2005

Posted on 10/02/2005
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