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[today]Jan 10th, 2008 1:57:39 am - Subscribe

what do I have
when it's empty -
quiet and lonely -
in me?

I have you -
holding me close
in photographs;
a memory.

and where do I go
when the silence
here every day
is the same?

I have you -
your voice on my
answering machine;
a memory.

so what do I feel
when I'm drowning;
not wanting
another day?

I need you -
here loving me
in touch and sound;

not just a memory.

I need you
loving me for all I am;
not trying to forget -

I need more than a memory.

[I am]lonely.

[your thoughts]2

d8mtr

January 10th, 2008

Everytime I read ur poems, I can feel connecting myself to the words strewn in your poem..it's so simple yet so explicit in its expresiion.

avatar tron

January 11th, 2008

Hey end of, this is a beautiful poem, but it makes me worried about you. It shouldn't be right that someone is defined by their relationship to another person... You need to learn to stand proudly on your own two feet and learn to accept maybe even love the quiet time within you.

tron


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