Archives for the month of: April, 2009

how strange it was,
to see the contents of my life through her reactions

how she kept giving me astonished looks,
as if to say, “you must be joking, you’ve done that too?”

we go along
we make choices
we do what we want, what we feel, or what we should

what does our heart long to end up with?

in the world beyond
what matters is the realness we bravely and humbly hold

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goodbye my love

A child in the backseat
tear-stained cheeks
hand pressed against the rear window
a silent tribute as the car drives away

I pressed my palm against your chest
wanting to hold you
Your heart was beating
but I couldn’t feel it