The day we met
Was one year from The Day he died. We met in this same space. This non-unique coffee cafe where everyone meets In the guise of intimacy; I see them, their laughter, as though it is original. But you were the one, Original That Certain One. Then, we met under That Tree One year later. Did I meet Him or You? Because we met in the same way, on the Same Day And now I feel confused. I saw you, yet I looked for him, Then I looked for him in You, And we planned A Future under That Tree. But then later, I asked him to Free Me under That Tree. And still, I ask.
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Distant Memory
Like a movie I cried tears like rain You sat immobile Separated by glass Ticket counters Cars Security Gates You sat in a pool of regret Your tears went unfulfilled Because you never said Goodbye You drowned in that for years I still sit in the rain of your tears Wishing I could stop crying Wishing you had cried in reality The regret was real Your Paralysis My Grief "Dry your tears with love" They say I saw you, still sitting there Steel cage not the only prison And I ran, ran, ran to the door But I couldn't escape the rain Of your indecision I crashed into the glass Pounding Of no use I could only scream And rain tears Tears. Tears. Tears. Why? Why? Why? Still it rains And now, I am once again At The Airport Saying Goodbye to You And begging... ...Let me go Let me go Let me go. For C. |
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