Four Months
Was I really ever without you? I suppose there was a time
when you were elsewhere in body, elsewhere in dreams.
When I shudder now to recall the desperate economics
of your absence, it is because you are my affluence,
you are the whispered promise of a day without night.
You are the promise of a night strewn with suns.
Were you always there at the corners of the world?
I would like to think so, that you were present
even in my poverty, even in my debasement.
I would like to think that you were never far away.
Was I really ever without you? I suppose there was a time
when I was elsewhere in body, elsewhere in dreams.
When I shudder now, it is at my meagre aspirations.
The scrabbling in dust to find something worthless.
I turned a corner. Turned and found wealth without price.
I sold everything, and months later, do not miss myself.




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December 10th, 2007 at 4:40 pm
I love you :D
December 13th, 2007 at 11:55 am
Beautiful.
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