Thursday, September 8, 2011


I don’t remember the
last time we talked
but your nervous laughter
and the awkward silence
I do remember the
last time I thought of you
wondering if I should call,
contemplating meeting you again.
But the past, a sheet of rain,
made the air too moist to rekindle anything.
Rekindle what, I wasn’t sure.
Our early days haunting my memories
but I know I loved you once.
And, I hope you loved me, too.
I think you did,
but you were unavailable
so I became unavailable.
I tried to escape the life I was born into
and reinvent myself, become the norm.
And it worked, at least on the surface.
And then you died
and I cried,
remembering our love again.

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