As Much As I Ever Could

11/10/10

Hung up the phone in a daze.  Your far away voice so close to me.  Left me in a trance.  Red then green then red again.  The lights turned, I didn't.  No music playing, no music needed.  Air filled with song.  We're still here.  You're still here.  Same giggly, Aristotle-reading, wanderer.  You'll never stray far.  The feeling of full- an after thanksgiving dinner kind of full.  Full and thankful.  It was just us.  Plain, simple us.  I wrote today's date near twenty times today but it held no meaning until now.  You're more than in my head.

Steal

an orange sunset

Where does love go when its lost?  Does it float around in vast space or dissipate into thin air?  The hollow hearts longing.  Re-filled but still partially empty.  Always.  A different kind of fill.  Each love is a different jig-sawed puzzle piece.  Different from the rest.  Different, yes again.  Lots of pieces, none the same.  Each perfectly designed for that space.  Space and time.  Time does not mean space, space does not mean time.  Flashbacks sharp as lightning.  Daydreams beautifully blurry.  A bare room, a top sheet, an orange sunset.  

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