I didn't stop
To ask that woman
In that parking lot
Why she was crying.
And with so many
New memories
Floating- like smoke
From the six joints
We rolled-
Through my mind,
I didn't even stare
For very long.
You may have become
Central to my life,
But you haven't
Become an epicenter-
And nor has that woman
Crying
In that parking lot.
All I see in everything
Derives
From within me:
I am my own destruction
My own epicenter-
But also
My own regrowth.
So even if I couldn't
Help that woman crying
She may have helped me.
And so have you.
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC
I didn't stop
To ask that woman
In that parking lot
Why she was crying.
And with so many
New memories
Floating- like smoke
From the six joints
We rolled-
Through my mind,
I didn't even stare
For very long.
You may have become
Central to my life,
But you haven't
Become an epicenter-
And nor has that woman
Crying
In that parking lot.
All I see in everything
Derives
From within me:
I am my own destruction
My own epicenter-
But also
My own regrowth.
So even if I couldn't
Help that woman crying
She may have helped me.
And so have you.
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