7/29/2010

Street car mornings broken up by
Bicycles
I feel spiders crawling all over me
More often than usual
And when i think of them now i feel
Less spite
more yearning
More love
Less earning
She is leaving and
I was supposed to go with her
It never did sink in anyway
Something about the one
Never added up to the other
Backed by confessions
Of love
Each of them
To eachother
To me
Swapped in confessions nobody
(not even them)
Knew could be empty
The switch came unexpected
Felt strange
It feels right now
This forced idea where we should be
Is only visiting me now and for them
It happened months ago
Sporadic and intermittent
Here we go
More long weekends
Big groups crumble
Like the sand through our hands
Grabbed up from where we
(will)
Sit
I still fall in love with everybody I meet
Though
And I don't see that changing
Anytime
Soon


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