calmer

i could have left you, in th end
solitary and standing beneath
the sky with unwritten post cards
in your hand
(you haven't chosen thre addresses)
but needed instead
the idea of your arms - even
so long ago-
your hair with the flowing scent that
endures
(through anything)
and i was hopeless for you.

so i stayed.

2004-05-15 | 12:02 p.m.
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