borring frequent memories
summer days
of hot lemonaide
and cool asphalt.
you dancing motionless in an open field
and i watched.
pen. paper.
goals. destination
when will you stop and
run away?
you dance as if i was someone to cry for
someone special
giddy and galiant i wrote you a poem
and scratched it into the wooden wall
above your bed.
where i knew you would see it.
and faint.
words that were never spoken
syllables never discovered
and an old stack of postcards
that i sent you
from my adventures traveling
mind caverns.
you breathed in cool summer rain
you whimpered and you cried
and you slept like
on a pea. or a pin
but i was never uncomfortable
around you
oh i cry in the spring
rain on my window
and my nose pressed
against my bathroom mirror
8:43 am - 21.03.03
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