Wednesday, March 25, 2009


You could be happy and I won't know

But you weren't happy the day I watched you go

And all the things that I wish I had not said

Are played in loops 'till it's madness in my head


Is it too late to remind you how we were?

(But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur)

Most of what I remember makes me sure

I should have stopped you from walking out the door


You could be happy, I hope you are

You made me happier than I'd been by far

Somehow everything I own smells of you

And for the tiniest moment it's all not true


But do the things that you always wanted to

Without me there to hold you back, don't think, just do

More than anything I want to see you

Take a glorious bite out of the whole world ~SP

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Love sucks but is useful fuel to create great poetry.
I love you, b.
Hugs, La