Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 4, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

3-04-03 9pm brick NJ tuesda

i realize where you are is so far away
it forgets the moon,
i realize that where we have been
was mostly fluke,
to go back again would
only be to lie about
who we are,
who can really can be.

i see the moon rising
against an amber sky,
i see your memory in the
purple light it reprises,
but who am i to question
what time has decided
for these lives?

there is a world beyond
those that we choose,
there is a world not as safe as,
but so much more interesting;
but who i am to question your methods;
protect yourself as you feel it
i'll love you anyway,
just from a distance,
i'll still love you anyway,
just far from where we've been;
just another way of taking lies
and making truths from them;

your life, i see it there
like a planet spinning in a universe
that resists its urges,
your life, i see it clearly,
composed of reasons to sell
and reasons to hide,
i can't say. i can't judge it.
i can only observe and wonder why,
why you leave it lacking any substance,
why you take the grief,
but refuse the love.

where we went
i couldn't say,
what we left,
just a memory
of something special,
just a shadow that lingers
on something i can't forget,
much as i try,
it's still as real
as anything;

and i know other things
call you away just when
i'm thinkining there's time;
i know other endeavors demand your time
just when i think that we've got enough
to find again what i remember was us;

i'm not asking,
i'm not saying what we should,
i'm just replying to what you started,
i'm not claiming,
i'm not saying
how it shoud lbe;

but you asked,
you questioned,
and my answers
were never what you expected;

if it has to be nothing
i can accept it,
if it has to be just treading
on that narrow path
business demands,
so be it, i'm not complaining,
even if i'd rather,
i'm not going to say,
i've said it already too much,
i won't say it again,
if it has to be just this,
it's all right,
it's still more than nothing,
if it has to be like this,
well, that's just how we made,
try to blame soemthing else,
but we really can't;
if it has to be, i'll let it,
but it'll never be as good as it was,
if it has to be, i can accept,
but if it has to be,
i'll still never know why it was.