{written june 7}
"Goodbye," I lied, twice this time, but can you blame me so much that I tried? It was worth the effort not to cry, but I forgot that sometimes some people make you fly, and you can't reason your way out of that.
When hearts beat in time, when the stars are divine, when everything rhymes. Because I'm reliving my last moments with you - wondering, wondering - and I want you, too.
So I'll remember your heart beating through your back, twist my fingers at the border, let myself become my mother's daughter, enjoy the ride, while it's time.
But when I return, will you have learned? Don't forget me when I'm gone, though the trip will be long and temptation strong and convictions wrong - stay with me. Because when bodies pound in sync I sing and when lovers sound in ecstasy I drink, and Bass pale ale tastes like you in spring.
See, I'm thinking of you - don't forget me.
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2 comments:
fun fact: the old adage "absence makes the heart grow fonder" is actually true.
1) why thank you.
2) you know, my "sonnet III" was originally titled "in absentia." i forgot about that.
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