he spoke of new york
and promised to take me there one day
he promised me a love
he promised me one day i will
and he stares at me right in my eyes
he watches my eyes
he knows me.
it took him a while
and when he saw me he knew
i am not a 17 year old woman
i am not anything more
i am just breathing in what others breathe out.
plain and white
he saw it
and he said
"the only color you possess is
the color of your eyes"
and that made me cry
once he said he thought i was 'alright'
and that somehow means more than any
words anyone else said.
and he hugs me with the force of
telling me i am not
nobody
he can read me.
and i can read him
it's a connection noone else can understand
how i know when he is in pain
like twins of the mind
and twenty years seperation
makes me think it impossible
but then
he spoke of New York and
promised to meet me
by chance there
someday.
7:47 pm - 15.03.04
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