3 posts from October 2008

the breadcrumb trails
you left behind to lead me
to your favorite hiding spots
have somehow been preserved
and every now and then
i follow them
and peek into your windows
to see if you are
smiling and laughing
or smashing bottles against walls.
this habit's been more frequent lately
as i realized all along
it wasn't my fault we'd lost our way
like you had told me
but you just didn't care who was there
to feed to your wolves

(oh, if you could only see
how i dance
knowing
i can always save myself)

the words go from
telegrams
to prose by messenger
to stamped by carrier
to winded postcards
to hoping you're doing just fine
and i'm just as guilty of
not licking stamps and
abandoning the wonder of
if it would be alright if i told you
there was
but there always is
and you know that
and we'll miss those little bits
and hope you're doing just fine.

coming back to the place where
we drank but never shared a glass
is very haunting in ways that
if you believed me, you know how hard the heart drops
and if you didn't, well it doesn't matter then, does it?

i still laugh
at the names you called me
what she called me

i wonder what she'll call your new little lover

anyway,
cheers to you,
here's to growth
i hope all is well
as it always should be.