I realized just now that some day you'll
stop loving me for someone, some one
something, some thing,
will creep into your head, with thin fingers and undo the
knots I tied between your ribs with my tongue
she'll hose down the paint inside your heart that i threw
in buckets, angrily and with a vengeance
hang up her own art that will look better and hurt less

you'll slowly edge away and forget why you were
so passionate about staying, with less words that I'll miss immediately
even though I never reply but to you
to you
you're walking farther away, to come back
although at one point the sun will go down, you'll
sleep on a road and wake-up to find
you could go further
you could walk further and
somewhere along the way you'll turn back

because wasn't there someone you were supposed to love?
[me]

when you arrive i'm surprised and
you fail to recall the part of you that was so deeply enamored, he's
gone.



i realized just now that someday you'll stop loving me