oh the convenience of a year gone by.
how we forget the old burdens and opened wounds.
they've healed themselves it seems, for i have forgotten
every reason why i've kept away from your
droopy eye-lids and your over-washed coat
smelling of scented pencils and stewed lentil soup.
i have missed you, in the weary bliss of having you gone.
i'm trying to remember what it is that i resented
all those many months ago and why i left you in the car
that night in february, the way you tried to touch me,
and the way i shook after. the way i shook all night.
please,
don't hurt me again.

07/25/2008

Posted on 07/26/2008
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