I can't fill your emptiness. It's taken years to know this.
I wonder in and out of one of my own.
I can't be your answer to the question you never ask.
I can't be the words you never speak.
Your magnum silencium is overwhelming.
Like a room I can't find my way out of,
Or something I can't remember but keep trying.
The mobius loop of love's promise.
There is a mirror we stare into.
The image is distorted, me and you.
Though it looks so normal. Something's just not right.
Things that were and aren't; things that could be but won't:
Shade the light as we look at things as they are.
It must be but it can't be. It can't be but it is.
They say time cures all. What if they are right?
What if now the cure is and we aren't?
Could all of that be gone?
Like so many things
We swept aside, moving on.
Are you going to be
Another one of those?

You.

10/30/2012

Posted on 04/07/2013
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