9.06.2009

15 minutes at the green eye

moments of silence breed your memory as a newborn regret to cradle.
when i am alone in stillness, i am harassed by the still-ness in my heart.
still wish you were here-ness.
still have so many what ifs-ness.
still hope you will come back-ness.
i create memories that never were in new places i go.
you felt like there's no love without sacrifice.
i shed tears and sacrifice myself on your altar daily.
the things that never were are what i miss most.

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