I'm wandering up and down these city streets tonight//headlights making starbursts on the pavement. In the rain stoplights and streetlights mingle and blur and blend// the tires skid at 70 and still I pump the engine harder, bringing the needle over 80, over 90, for everything I have and have not done for you
for every day of silence
For every mile that stands between us//These states have become continents
worlds
too daunting to cross, to expansive to progress
and though there are worlds keeping your lips from mine,, to me you are (frozen)) on a beach in January
your form in the dying sunlight playing through the whisps of hair that slid across my face in the wind//I remember your smile on that fading light and your hand in mine all the way home.

Why dont you understand that I would give my life to feel your skin against mine?

06/25/2008

Author's Note: Lots more heartbreak poems to come. hooray. :(

Posted on 06/26/2008
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