Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 24, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

5-24-03 saturday 11:48pm brick NJ

don't say it enough. it's good to know you. don't have the courage to admit that just the memory of your touch can move me.

the world sometimes seems to rotate like a clock. no feeling. just forward movement. no reason. just pressing onward.

just to feel something other than yourself is a rare and precious moment.

i don't say it enough. i've never been able. i write it down, but translations are so unstable.

i don't expect that it could change anything. but it's true, so why not let it be. i may have tried. i may have alluded to. i might have come close, but let me just come right out and say it. it's good to know you. it's great to feel you when. so hard to say goodbye when it proves.

i never expected, but i couldn't help what i wanted.

it was good to know you. i'll remember most everything that you said. from the biggest promise to the tiniest little tidbit. i'll remember your touch when my skin is less than a friend. i'll remember you every time something reminds me of emotion.

i either did not say it enough or else i alluded to it too much. i could've been braver. could've just come right out with it. but words were my first vice and will most certainly be my last. on my death bed i'll write you a letter and tell you then just how much you meant. until then accept this. it was good to know you. it was my pleasure. it sometimes hurt to love you, but it was worth every bruise. i always knew you never would, but i still wanted you more than more than i could.