Monday, November 12, 2007

well that is that, and this is this


sometimes i forget that we used to be close, that once upon a time we shared secrets and opened ourselves up to each other freely. i think perhaps it is easier not to remember, because in the inner lining of that borrowed sweater there lies too many tears never came. the ferris wheel reminds me, the smell of the salty ocean breeze, and the way we wrote messages in the sand.

i think i would have rather had a proper goodbye, or at least a silent walk along the shore, knowing between us that it would be the last time the footprints we leave would be side-by-side.

your body may be gone,
but i'm gonna carry you in.
in my head, in my heart, in my soul.
and maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again.
well i don't know.
i don't know. i don't know.
i don't think so.

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