Friday, September 4, 2009

maybe it's the weather

it was on a day, just like today
twenty or so years ago
when I returned to my childhood home
(maybe it was the same feeling of Fall in the air)

when I met you
we talked
the crowd disappeared

when I abandoned everyone for your cement block cabin
laying for days listening to your long fingers play the piano
(maybe it was the same song playing on the radio)

when I left
and lived a life
and forgot your name

~ from 'apologies'

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