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Again I'm shrouded in
Mr. E.
I look over and he's
taking a long sip of
coffee...
Thinking.
He squints his eyes
as if to make
some attempt
to distinguish the past
and screw the future.
But he forgets -
the past is only remembered
how you chose to remember it.
Remember?
I recall nights
filled with the aroma
of espresso and roses
and rain.
Time well spent
(if i say so myself)
in the candlelight
discussing life
and that thing called
Religion.
My only condolence:
"History repeats itself"
....Unless we learn from it,
deciding it was a
bad idea.
But it wasn't bad
and I like the idea -
breaking into gardens,
pouring out our souls...
and everything shrouded in
Mr. E
becomes revealed.
But now you ask me
for the impossible,
an... exception to my rule.
I wasn't expecting
that question, or rather, that
Statement.
And this changes everything.
WHY?
How can you go there? How can
WE go there?
Just assuming there'd be no
awkwardness,
no moments of uncomfortable silence,
puzzled looks,
etc.,
and assuming that I'd be into "meaningful-less-ness"
which I'm not.
So after THAT, where are we to go from here?
I'll just close my eyes
and pretend we didn't have
that conversation.
Just take me back to nights
filled with the aroma
of espresso and roses
and rain.
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You said, "I love you...
just kidding."
Well I don't appreciate your joke
and I'm not laughing.
To think I gave you everything;
all of me.
That's all I had to give and
you took it,
played with it,
and tossed it aside.
Time to move to greener pastures.
What about me?
It wasn't my birthday
or Christmas
and I didn't ask Santa for a child
or for that matter, this disease.
Well Merry Fucking Christmas to you.
But what you don't know is
I'm still here.
And although I've had to learn
how to live with myself
I can say for sure
that I'm not standing alone, unlike
You.
copying so that you may
properly reference my works
