We drift apart, then drift

Back together again.

I often wonder, with a start

Where it will all end?

I call, you stall, then I move on

Until you miss my voice.

This loneliness is of your design, your choice.

We grow closer, consumate in passion

In this same time, as I can fashion,

My heart cries out in its lament,

Cries out in its despair.

Tell me, oh loneliest one

Did you ever really care?

09/26/2007

Posted on 09/26/2007
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