| Remembering | ||||||
| Breath stops short. Amazing: to love and hate at once. I look up; he's there. To deny? Wish he could see. The mirror most perfect. Such fools; Me- and Him too. What of our feelings? If he lies, I'll lie. We can be content. Things as they are, perhaps not right, but what is? If he speaks, then I'll speak. That'd be interesting. The truth there found. What's said cannot be unsaid; The scarry part that. But- If he forgets... I'll remember, it's what I do. |
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| -copyright, 2003 | ||||||