Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 20, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

12-20-03 saturday 9:17pm brick NJ

if you're gone how will i know it when? if you're here how will i mark the ocassion? if love sputters and strands us on some desert highway i can't let you go for help alone. i can't just sit here and wait to be rescued.

but if love has taken me here and left me to die alone. i can let you leave. sit down. look up at the vultures and bid you a safe journey home.

if you're gone. i suppose somehow you always were. if this is life. if this is love. i remember why i don't like it.

you made me forget, but i guess i always knew that it was temporary. as are all highs.

if you're gone. i guess that's what i'm asking you to be. if you made me forget, even for a second. then i guess i owe it to you to let you remember what really matters.