tending my garden (yours/mine copy)

remember we own the same copy of
turin brakes, by accident the world made us
whole and two to one
you (sunsets) and me (sunrise) or
the backwards way is true sometimes
we just step forward, lightly
we roll around these games that come
in time to melt us down, work us to the bone
one more wasted day

days without you, i tend to turn my head away from
anything that isn't or can't breathe for you
just straddled lives, we lead, these weary eyes of mine
want so badly sometimes to look your way again
and see your nervous downward looks (you have so many)
and parts of them (the looks) are
parts of you, just one more solitary sign of life
that makes you so carefully endearing.

2004-06-23 | 5:49 p.m.
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