Friday, May 26, 2006

Was it so long ago
That we met only to dance awkwardly?
Awkward yes,
But not without grace.
And some time after The Borrowed Match Polka
The coffee stopped flowing.
But the sun never stopped shining.
And I never got to tell you
Or blame you
Or thank you
For the seed of doubt
You planted like a flowering weed
In my garden of false content.

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