Thursday, February 9, 2012

Still Just Me

My best days are when your name
is tasted on my lips. But when I call
to you, and sense the feeling of your dread,
what am I to say –
when my lungs collapse
and all the air.... has left.

But now I’m full of doubt
and everything I felt
is draining..... fast away -
but if I could reach across the street
you’d see.... that it’s still -
just me.

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