Needing a map

The philosophy and otherwise irrelevant ramblings of a struggling poet.

Tuesday, January 07, 2003

Things Forgotten

You forgot to tell me I could live without you
And when the time came you weren’t there
Walking along empty streets
Alone
In a room
With a crowd
You forgot to say I could breathe in the morning
Opening eyes to the sun
Awake
In the dark
Under blankets
You forgot to tell me I would remember
Tracing lines in the sand
Your hand
Under mine
Guiding

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