Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 26, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

3-26-03 wednesday 7:45pm brick NJ

all your friends, all your acquaintances... they forget much more quickly than you'd expect. all your lovers. all your love. it expires sooner than you can replenish. all your songs. all the somber rhythms. they sing to more people than you'll ever know. they refract the light from so many other lives you'll never see. a rainbow of loneliness. a prism in your heart. changes the colors from white to indigo. from red to violet. a prism in your heart scatters random fractal rainbows throughout your mood. as quickly as it changes, still you never do. as rapidly as the words flow, your life is still unmoved.

i still remember you. i never really tried to forget. never made any effort in either direction. it just happened as it did. you took your road and i went off in another direction. you found your highs in places i'd never imagined. while i sought my depths deeper, much deeper than i'd ever been. you looked for places to become while i sought excuses to be undone. you took one path and i another. i never forgot. but i didn't really feel a strong reason to rememeber. i didn't forget, but it seemed to cheat us. seemed to sneak away the moment that we turned our backs. it wasn't something that i'd write about often, but every now and then i'd be given to. we'd talk. we'd listen. it had its moments. it had its chances to be whatever it wanted. it just didn't take them.

when the night turns purple because the skies have to cry. because nights come so easily with or without wehatever it is we need. they come just the same anyway. they don't care what we're missing or what we're looking for. they steal the light. that you'd hoped would not come again anyway. they steal the sun every so often. and you don't miss it. you never wanted anything but the sunsets. you never sought anything beside the end. and even those fleeting moments that you might have. you never really could believe in them. you never really coould. it's always been an end without a beginning. a letter much too long to send. words that go on forever talking to eyes that just don't care to see. too many words. too much time spent with them. too many songs to listen. no one to play them.