sleepyskin's Diaryland Diary

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everything else that leaves

under the foreign moon, under
the street lamp I
walked away from where I should have
left you for good.

now it's back to the countdowns and
the wishing for a new day to
just sit through it all again.
the impossibility of explaining
to my heart that it never was
and never could have been is
a task too big for me to conquer.

I still hear you laugh and
I still see you in my dreams and
your voice moves through the trees like wind, like
everything else that leaves.

3:36 PM - January 23, 2005

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