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Vegeta · 06-14-2005, 08:39 AM

I can't remember the faces I saw. But I can remember their voices piercing my darkness. "Wake up." They called. But I would not return. I remained there, in that forest of lights. Reds and yellows swirled past. Birds chasing some far off dream. I caught a feather as we passed a streetlight. I sewed my own dreams onto the feather and return it to the wind. It would not reach the ocean.

A brick falls from a rooftop, the earth shakes as life crumbles. It was in this night we crossed paths. I remember your name but always chose to forget it. You offered me a drink and I carefully sipped. As you taunted from this side of the ice.

We slipped down the wall and kissed the hardwood. It was a crystal clear reflection: Our lives. I wiped the dirt and decay with your solvent tears.

The mail arrived and I recieved your invitation. Addressed: To my love. We joined together in vacuous love. It was each other we needed not. I bought you a ring and you bought me a jacket. We watched them play.

We kissed and found nothing in each other. I filled you with my dying breath. You filled me with your cigarette smoke. I took back my ring and you took back your jacket. Your eyes still empty.

Pealed up concrete and made a home, within a cold dark heart. Here I waited for your warm touch. I waited for your call, "Wake up.". But I would not return.