Counting the stars
seems so pointless.
As you grin with
blinding headlights.

I linger for a moment,
as you ask me to
rock with the shadows.
I shake my head
in confusion.

We explode as
you point and jab
at me with double
edged fingers.

I fall in love
with the innocence
and you laugh at
my blood shot eyes.

We have a moment
and the moment
haunts my thoughts.
As you disappear
into the void,
and I am alone
again.

How I would love
to breath the air
you whisper and
the cup you kiss,
but I am a passing
memory.

A forgotten history,
and I am infatuated.

11/19/2009

Posted on 11/19/2009
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