Somehow, I lost you.
A sheep in wolf's clothing, you wandered away.
Was it because I never gave you anything
to serve as an anchor?
Love's a four-letter word,
but its weight is too slight.
I'm sorry now for everything I did.
For everything I didn't do.
I should have pressed my love to the scale
and made you read the numbers aloud

10/31/2007

Author's Note: Yes, that. Again.

Posted on 10/31/2007
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