I remember so well
your tobacco lips
your careless clothes
the hair that was everywhere
and the lies I told myself
when I knew I was wrong
I remember the cold nights we shared
walking nowhere, talking
pretending we knew it all
I like to think
that we are those people still
but the years have changed us somehow
Sitting on the floor
playing video games
doesn't seem the same
Simple things don't mean as much
and I don't have the energy
to defend myself anymore
All I want
is to sit on my stoop
and whittle away at one problem
When I'm done
I'll do it again
at some point
I will find the end
at some point
I will have rest
and at some point
we'll remember who we are.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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