I hate to watch you go,
But I love to watch you leave.
Everyday is just an hourglass,
Like sand through my hands, you recede.
The armies all departed,
Now I’m down to just one.
And I think of songs to sing to you,
But the lines just won’t come.
I still need your crazy touch,
Or maybe I just feel too much.
Down this time for the final time,
Maybe I just feel too much.
2 comments:
let's not talk about finalities
because love is always a beginning to something else...liquid, untangible like a stream lets keep flowing...
-m
there just is!
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