Sunday, 2 December 2007

Cliches

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:

Mrinmoyee said...

let's not talk about finalities
because love is always a beginning to something else...liquid, untangible like a stream lets keep flowing...

-m

Anonymous said...

there just is!