Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 16, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

1-16-03 thursday 8:42pm brick NJ

it's nothing really. just a something i couldn't heal. the moments stab like knives. leaving those wound to bleed. and all those scars to wear. it's the rest of your life. every day is. it's the future caught there in the keystokes and the pauses that conversation lacks. talking only makes it easier to know. harder to see. talking only emphasizes the fact that it's all we've ever had.

one more touch could prove to be the one that i can't adjust. one more decision to flow with the feeling could be the fork in the road taht won't ever let me go back again. it isn't neccessarily, but it could be. any moment could. any day now i could find myself a person much too different for you to ever love again. any moment could catapult these lives into new worlds that can never mesh. and we might never touch again. how can be even think of anyway? time has taken these humble verses and made them an epic. but reality judges much harsher than hearts or friends.

i couldn't touch you again, even if i really wanted to. too much idle time taints the memories of when we did. too much space between makes it a mistake to venture back to that place where it happnened. i'm better off with just the memory of. if i felt your touch again i might never be able to move on. i'm better off alone here. if we should meet again i know i could never be alone again without hating every second.

it hurts to love too much. maybe even hurts as well not loving enough. what the heart perceives is not always what the life can be. in my mind it's already been and done. it's all that i could want to hold you again. to feel you holding me. but it can't happen. if it did i know i'd never be able to love any other moment as much.