March 25, 2007


they call it falling in love.

maybe because it often hurts
it tears at my emotions as I wonder why I am here
it aches in my spirit, but it can't take the fire I've captured.
it seems like yesterday, but thousands of miles stand meaningless
how does life fit together, how does a day make any sense
when I'm not there?
all of it was fleeting, like wind moving in its own way.
I am still, yet the songs echo in my ears
I look for normal, but all I find is memories of you
I'll hide them under the bed until a greater time
when I don't just see you in my dreams
when understanding waits at my door to heal the invisible cravings.

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