the truth of it all
I spoke. she laughed.
Her eyes turned to
me.
electricity.
an idiosyncratic
moment which can never be repeated.
no. but, why no?
there is no tomorrow
for those who live today.
leafs may change as
do the color of the heavens.
in you I find a tomorrow.
in me you found a
yesterday.
today we find a
truth.
A truth that runs
deep enough to leave it's mark where no one can see.
it's evidence only appears
when fate crosses our path.
oh, yesterday. I
remember you well enough to still have faith.
faith, however, is a young man's game and my
soul hasn't the time.
I forgot how much poetry i used to write. It soothes the soul when worldly remedies seem to fall short.
