Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 25, 2004 Dark Poetic Prosehopeless as the last leaf in autumn when all the rest have already fallen | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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12-25-04 12:26am saturday noticed you. noticed how. just time showing its cards. winning its bets. loved you in spite of how hard it was to. in spite of everything i thought i should. but too little. too late. and then your life takes over. leaves you with that sense of this isn't real. wanted to be that gracious. be that strong. to overcome what had always kept us from the world we imagined. you were a poker face. so stoic. so sure. we were a gamble worth the take. ante me up. tomorrow. only tomorrow knows. but she never tells us. noticed i did. what noticed not enough. but so much time divides us. 11:08pm saturday 12-25-04pm tease the heart. test its strength. how much weight can that long span of shelving take. you put so much on it assuming it will support. but eventually it will bow. and it will break. knowing can't be undone. once you've know them. been known by someone. christmas can't grant these wishes. and neither can we. and a new year won't change all the years already been. the people we remember. the people that we miss. i need people to inspire me. to live another day. i need love to entice me. to want to keep on writing when all the words start to look the same. christmas won't bring us what we need. it only reminds us how much we want. a new year can't change all the ones before. it only makes us miss what in them we've lost. |
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