Wednesday, November 17, 2004

What was it then?

surely not love
I've known that
it is softer than this madness
we have shared

perhaps a passion shared
confused with love?

perhaps a need for something
nothing
anything?

I do not know you,
and I should not.

You are beautiful and wonderful
and obviously mad
and that I cannot live with
for I am growing old
and depend upon the memory
of honesty and trust
to get me through

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