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Wednesday, December 09, 2009
 

Each day as monotonous as the last

And the last before

And the last before…

..and before…

How can I turn back time?

How long will I live knowing?

Certainly she is as real as me, with real feelings.

For you..

In knowing I began to hope and pray you would not wander away, lost in confusion.

I can pretend it no longer hurts,
That I am long since over all that was discovered.

Though I feel invaded and shaken.

I smile for you and wonder,
Would you wish it was someone else?

The trust left that I have is so small.

The confidence I have is worn down.

It would be reasonable to assume you would not be so foolish as to leave your comfort here.

But I wonder what if, as much and as often as you think it, if not more.

It is more than just having you here in body as much as in mind.

I want it all, but only time will reveal if you stay.

I will spend all of living, breathing life waiting… and hoping.

Are you mine?




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