Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 25, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

1-25-03 saturday 9pm brick NJ

the words get lost on that long journey from my heart to yours. the feelings get caught in that gap between this time and the time so long before.

i hold this one memory just before i sleep. i wrap my thoughts around it as i begin to dream. one brief moment, you and me, when everything was about as good as it could ever be. just after. the glow still breathing in our sweat. i laid on you. my ear to your heart. listening to the sweet rhythm as it lulled me to sleep. i still remember every time i'm just about to dream. you my pillow and content to be. and that naive belief so readily filling me that there were endless moments just like that one still yet to come. that there finally was a reason for the both of us.

i still remember. it holds me as consciousness is leaving. i still smile when i thnk of. it's just a memory, but. it was all to brief and it never did return again. but it's the only real love i've ever known. it's all i have to hold. it's just a memory life has forgotten, but it's everything to me.