Wednesday, 30 July 2008

• love poetry.

  breathing in deeply,
  your scent lingers on my sheets.
  Trying to absorb the last bit of you
  I steal away into sleep.
  

  remembering the ease of your smile
  the laughter that would shortly ensue,
  the memories dear to my heart,
  the memories only of you

  I wonder as I lie in the darkness,
  the silence engulfing my being
  what is happening over in your world,
  what visions you could possibly be seeing.
  

  two different worlds we now live in
  the distance between us may as well be forever
  saying goodbye was not thought of as an option
  now we may get to say it—never.
  

  and yet, remembering the gleam in your eye,
  the sly cock of one eyebrow and turn of the head
  I know that goodbyes were not necessary
  I shall remember you always instead.

  
  ***what is it about being in love that causes even the least artistic person to wax poetic?  what is it about love that makes us hurt to be alone? once we've had a taste of it, we crave it even more--like a drug, we are repulsed by our need of it, and yet we aren't satisfied till we find it yet again. And so i ask--what is it about love?***
  
  
  

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