snapshots (tears will fall)
April 11, 2006 tuesday - 11:44
what hurts more is not what i don't have but what i do: a picture of your hands but not your face; a glass of champagne but not the lips that drink it; the anticipation but not the event.
why? why didn't i?
these i will forget:
god, my heart is breaking.
i saw you, from 20 storeys up, as you cycled home in the cold. you were tiny, under the orange lights, and you turned the corner and were gone.
i could see you again, one last time, and another, and another, but these will all be last times, and it will only make the farwell even more painful. let that last be the last, and let me sleep, and dream, and forget.