September 15, 2004
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Isn’t It About Time?
Well, its time I start saying
Goodbye my dear
After all, it has been
A long seven years
Since last I saw
Your sad parting gaze
A time or two
I’ve heard your phantom voice
And here and there
I’ve dreamed of you
A long remembered pull
On a poisonous bottle
A sourmash both sharp and warming
An addiction of another kind
Love on a lance tip
Pointed steadfastly at me
Time after time
I run up against your ghost
Beaten and bloodied
Drunken and drowning
In vain
Insane
In love
I really don’t know anymore
Obsessed
Reluctant
Fearful
Yes, certainly
The time has come
To set you aside
Like the shot glass
I crawled from
Four years ago
If only I could
Smash the vision and
Fragment the memories
As easily as those
Long empty shattered bottles
And surgery scars
I woke to that one fateful day
In August it was
Three years after our last
Well wishing glance
Across the table in our
Old favorite place
In
Comments (4)
it is hard with any demon…
i love this part: “in vain/Insane/In love/I really don’t know anymore.” I think that the first part has more continuity and conveys the feeling. after “I woke” I get the feeling that you are trying to explain yourself almost too much. I like how you phrase things though- and the line structure. I usually can’t break myself of whatever length I start out with. Mm.. thanks for posting (and commenting on my site).
now that is one of your finest.
just some thanks for more good advice : )
let’s rock and roll!!
hmmm this is quite hearbreaking …
for me it is still so fresh a year in Decenber…
I still feel his lips…
ok I shall save some of you for my nights when I really need to escape…
I am so glad to have found u.