02 November 2004

i miss you, he told her. then turned away and started walking down that cold stone path.
she started to follow..but stopped herself.
she knew he wouldn't want her to.
she just knew, despite all the words wrapped in poetry, and warmth dished out in extra portions...

he was following his heart to-night
and so was she

...

walk away it told him.
so he did.
and she let him.

go it told her. it's there--you can almost hear it calling. go find it.

i thought, once, you might be right,
she spoke just so carefully,

you told me to go. i went.
now i hear it, somewhere in the distance like a sweet song, but can't see it. smell it, but can't taste it. and no matter how far i go--it's not far enough.

i thought, once, you might be right
but i looked twice,
and now it's gone.

she was following his heart to-night
and so was he

...

it all comes down to
how
what
who
are you?

her heart fell silent. and his...

stand up, they said. just tell us, and them, what you want and be done with it. ..but it wouldn't end there--you know that as well as anyone. it never ends there.

he was following his heart to-night
and so was she

...

i miss you, she told him. then turned away and started walking down that cold stone path.
and so did he.
he knew she wouldn't want him to. he just knew, despite all the forced smiles thru silenced soul, and lingering conversation..

she was following his heart to-night
and so was he

...




dream...such the fickle creature.

1 comment:

anarchy said...

wow. beautifully written. it's all about telling the story so you feel you're watching it, hearing it while you feel you're living it.