mp (i miss writing for you)
Monday, Dec. 22, 2003
~mp~I used to sit
and you would too
and I would type
and so would you
good morning here
and you weren't there
you were here
and we went everywhere
i would write
and you would read
and then at night
in dreams we were freed
you held my hands
and I always knew
that you were me
and I was just like you
we would talk
about our every things
you would hum
and then let me sing
words would dance
and i could smile
you were mine
just for then, our little while
sometimes the silence comes
and i pretend, i don't deny
that i'm ok here
while there you fly
but then a shadow falls
into my arms
I am alive and
with you without harm
it is then I crack
and open wide
for even as I push away
you are always right inside
if I thought that I
could just go there
and it would be where
I haven't had to look
I would be gone
one left palm a daisy
the other grasping pen
your fairy tales aren't in a book
-PoeticaL