June 21, 2003

their gone

in the silence of my room
on things
it is all so quiet now, here in this space
i am the dusk
in the midst of day and night.
together again,
allowed to touch
to become one.


to breathe/to walk
shall i begin again
and aim to make it off the floor?
you should be here
in these things
with me, but i only feel the pain.
how strong,
i seem with the world rushing at my feet.
how weak we feel in silence
as we seek peace
when our love is far
away from our arms, and we feel it's emptiness.
i can't be the things
i thought i might become
with you
in the thinnest part of the sky
far above the air that i am breathing.
how am i to follow,
when my history is gone?

before - after