man and woman

September 12, 2011 monday - 21:36

the months roll by and the years begin to pass. you are starting to fade from heartache into memory, and it no longer hurts so keenly when i think about the fact that you are no longer there.

i don't know why i'm still crying. i don't know what i miss.

but in the night, someimes, i think of you - with your striped jacket, at the ktv, your face slowly warming into a smile - with your cross and black t-shirts - flaming drunk and hurting in the club - of your name, online on msn - and i fall into the rain.

i can't wait until we meet again.

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