Monday, 7 May 2007

(old somethings, from "but," 2005)

felt
-
i have lost a half-hearted
dreamer in halfway-love.
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it is a small thing, a clear thing,
a mere thing,
but a dear thing, a real thing,
a blue thing
now missed,
fragile.
-
oh, to lament the feeble
and long for the more than,
cherish the once felt
and pine for the could have
when it is hard to know better than to.
-
there is no outlet in forgetting when
the sensed absence of memory
indicates the sensed presence;
the aftertaste of yesterday's proximity
still lingers in my mouth,
the crease where your side touched mine
still refuses to be washed away,
and all these awakenings
-
once missed
now felt.

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