Saturday, January 17, 2009

Matte Box

The view is.
Spectacular from here.
I miss.
you, in this
- I've missed.
And perhaps we're all what we were - when happiness plans to stay a little while longer. When we do what we know we're meant to.
I'm not sure what I'm saying. I have no time for talk of romance these days.
And Im all of it ... you know. All of them who have come back.
I'm lost for words and bound by the wrists to what I wish was
what is.
I feel. I feel. I feel the past creeping in.
It makes me sad to realize I'm just happy - like before but without you.
Where are you?
Have you seen me lately? Have you seen me in some other face?

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