Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Broken glass

The equations have changed,
me and you, we’re not the same.
Perhaps it would last longer,
had we tried stronger;
maybe to be, t’was meant never.
I don’t really need you,
I know you don’t me,
yet at togetherness, we attempt.
Start in the hope of something special,
treasure each word down to its serif.
Conflicting thoughts knocking.
Hush them out, show them the door,
for a little while we were alone.
Growing beyond that cooped space,
standing up, straightening out.
Everything looks a bit different now,
now that I am not wearing my glasses.

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