the ways of it

sitting here, still awake
where city shadows sleep
happy as anyone
and lovers leap bridges
or used to, you and me
a kaleidescope of
used-to-be's
and knowing it was
only because you
needed more
than
everything

like how little moments
break backs across the lawn

and how you'd sing
so sweetly sometimes
songs about laughing
and most of the time,
we did.

2008-01-16 | 12:07 p.m.
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