letter to -------

sometimes i think
all i wanted from you
back there in the storm
was the part of life
like those
days in europe walking
quiet streets
and knowing that
those moments will
make you smile
when they rise
in your mind
for the rest
of your life.

just like
they'd make me smile
that way.

i think i ended up
somewhere else
though, maybe in
the cold dark room
you try not to enter
you try to pretend isn't there
and maybe
that's where i put you too.

how do things
get like this?

2008-03-13 | 6:00 p.m.
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