Sunday, March 30, 2008

A dormant winter. [written in 2006]

The truth is anything I could say will never suffice
Anything I could do will never bring you to your knees
Anything I could show you will never change your mind
Everything I feel will never be balanced by a counterpart
Such as yourself, and
What pains me,
What strains me,
What brings me to my knees...
Is while I'm remembering you,
You're forgetting about me
And I miss what we never had
I miss the words that were never spoken
And the thoughts that were always mere
Never more