Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Don't Be Hasty.

I can't let go because I was not holding on to anything in the first place.
At least nothing tangible
All I have are vignettes
And you occupy every second of those brief moments
The way you smile at me
They way your dimples show
The way you don’t know that every time you do so,
My mind conjures the perfect line

You walk past me.
I think equinox
Perhaps never
It’s just all in my head
But I’m still here,
I’m still wishing

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