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By coujeaux Date: 2005 Jun 27 Comment on this Work [[2005.06.27.12.17.30462]] |
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Pause; this was a door never opened to her before and much difference a year might bring, As an assassin realization struck my consciousness 'twas as likely she'd changed not a thing. Words waited their turn at first sights exchanged; she was twice as comfortable saying adieu, Funny how easily we wrapped ourselves in one another as my arms were outstretched anew. Another time hesitation; heavy breaths to sighs, put away any goodbyes long enough for me, For you've come back for now, I don't care why or how if we can remember how it used to be. Friday night seemed to go well, perspectives decidedly parallel, her life settled as has my own; She won't be getting married, as it turned out; why, what a coincidence, I'm also freshly alone. Strangely, little doubt clouds her in this time I've been without her; sobriety affords that caveat, And won't it be convenient to see each other once she returns to work; silly me, I almost forgot. Close evening, Saturday begins, we're platonic despite nakedskins; ammunition, no tangledwar, Such frolics I would learn kicked our descent into an afterburn I wish I couldn't fathom anymore. On this second day I expected to cue her fadeaway; we traversed through memory bare of ease, She couldn't avert my eyes, no, child, it is here we must capitalize on such opportunities as these. Truth, sweet revelation; at last I had some answers and could rest a matter of no cradle to grave, Again we embraced in a twinshower of tears for one lost to us; I for the one life I could not save. Silence, but not between lovers reunited; now hear my voice, know my story, words are no crime, Speak you must, say what you will; 'tis silent agonies which surely kill passionate, precious time. 10/13/2003 |