moments have dropped
so many melting flakes
sliding away into the heat of summer
with you, without you

mornings press the glass with mist
remembering every touch, every taste
moments between smiles
that knew you, without you

this is it, this was asked for
the present leaves the best thing
future filled with the next thing

does the best thing ever miss the past?
remember the innocence before the fall?
some do, without you

04/19/2006

Author's Note: I got exactly what I thought I wanted only to realize, again, that I'm so alone, so very alone.

Posted on 04/20/2006
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