Dark Poetry Prose Poetry June 4, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

06-04-03 wednesday 9:50pm brick NJ

i'd write to myself. just like talking only not as crazy. i'd chart the progress of my forgetting by the colors of the sun.

if i don't believe am i wrong. if i can't trust is the flaw in my or the flaw in us?

songs may sing, but they don't know. time may take larger steps than i'd expected, but the race it's run. i already know the outcome.

i write to myself, though i used to write to you. just like living only less confusing. just like friends, only without the burden. just like love, only so much easier. i write to myself, still thinking of you. the love i felt. the friend i thought. tattered verses overwrought with things i'll never be. with all i'll never have. it's not for me. it was never for us. a smile kisses a tear as one last thought confides. i couldn't say when. couldn't say why. it suddenly became obvious i was wasting my time.

touches would falter on steps they'd taken before. trust would question the very answers it had erected. i couldn't pinpoint when. i can't really say how. but everything is different now.