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Lost Track

I'm at my desk paying bills


Utility papers, debts and pills


I'm tired, and I feel the old feelings reside


There's a primitive darkness stirring outside


Stars electric, sky like ink


I look up at the window and think,

 



I no longer know where you are


Somewhere in the world, strumming your guitar?


I put down the papers, the wine and the pen


I open the door


And shove myself into the night

 



I'm past the house now


Dark air fluttering all around me


I can almost smell your musk


I'm walking on cold pavement, and surrounded by dusk


I can't see where I'm headed, I can't see where I am


It was always that way


I walk on and remember


Us dissolving and dying like a brazen ember


Our platonic parting,


College, we lost touch


You didn't really care much


The texts became sparse and faded away


We got our own lives, and wandered astray


We walk alone now, separate worlds, separate streets


I've got a husband now, snoring in white sheets


And children, and beige furniture


Sleeping in the dark house behind me


and the hard


words



I never said


can now be 

said:




I love



you.



 

Looming shadows of trees


A cold, biting breeze


So much darkness, and nothing to distract me from


All the memories


I shove my hands in my pockets


And remember


I remember the feel of you, Old Spice,


The jokes and stupid advice


Art, your smile and the glow


All those years, watching us grow


The light in the window, your guitars,


Movies, parents, and Bear Valley stars


Bad lip readings, our noons, simply living


Taking, borrowing, lending and giving


Fighting, yelling, grins and forgiving


Always talking, drawing, writing, both stupid and clever


Skiing, flying together, immortal forever


And french class- j'aime, j'aimais, j'ai aimé, j'aimerai


Your hand, my hand, your notebooks and mine,


All these memories and our slow decline.

 



The wind blows hard tonight



And it's a cold wind


I was young


And naive, and all of it stung


Love, it hurt like a knife


inside,


Washed over my heart like a brutal tide


And now...now I wander in the cool darkness


Weeping a bit, ashamed of my sentimentality

 



The wind is so viciously howling


I remember


I gave in, I let love enfold me


And the tender little


words

I was too scared to


voice


can now


be


said:



I love


 you.

 

 


I have a family now, a job, the years run thin


I didn't lose, I didn't win


Nothing changed


This feeling,


it was locked in place


I weep as I feel the night's embrace


In the darkness, something broke


Something 
remained, and something awoke

 



I loved you when it would have taken less courage
 not to


You were the only one who understood


I look up at the stars and think,

I no longer know where you are


I no longer know who we are


The saltwater flows in tiny streams


Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and dreams

 



I'm still walking in the twilight's midst


I look down at my little wrist


I'm still as frail as I was in high school


And maybe still as fragile


I haven't really grown


I'm still skin and slim bone


I'm not made of much


I'm made of the ones I have loved


The ones who have loved me


And the ones I've yet to love


That's all


And the simple


words



I never wrote


can now


be


etched out into the darkness with my hands:


I love


 you.


 


Love is fragile


But somehow remains engraved


The pieces are saved,


The things that hovered on lips,


That might have been said


And love stays in the head


The memories don't fade


They stay sharp as a blade


All the things past, that happened


Or that might have occurred.

 



There is only one love in life,


That's the heart's strife


Or there are all kinds of love in the world,


But never the same love twice


So many feelings once should suffice


You will never be lost to me


As long as I remember you


Oh anyways the darkness is ebbing


And I must stop to roam


I need to go home


I can hear my husband from the family of elites


Stirring in the sheets


Awaiting breakfast

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