June 20, 2007 wednesday - 21:49

this is me,
on the metro;
at the traffic lights - in the passenger seat, in the driver's seat;
crossing the bridge;
at the coffee shop;
on the expressway;
turning the corner.

there is a palpable aura of loss. hanging over all of us. when was the last time i saw you?.. when will be the next time i do?
what have we lost? what will be the next thing we lose?
i move heavily now.

i won't give you any shit.

i won't hurt.
i won't be selfish.
i won't tire.
i won't love.
i won't demand.

i will understand.
i will be patient.
i will be happy.
i will be gentle.
i will be silent.

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