is a road a road if it doesn’t take you home?
you left before you woke,
to go in dreams to where i won’t
take you
dark cloudy cities that smell of the sea
where the walls are made of broken glass
and everything would sparkle, if the sun
ever shone
and apart i’ll love you more and you’ll
be less, only a reflection in a puddle or
cafe window, only an echo to pine away
watching the moon float on the tides.
notes: the title of this poem comes from tiffany’s “tomorrow’s fallen behind, drawn too close to the heartbeat of the sun”
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March 16th, 2007 at 6:04 pm
I like this poem a lot. It’s beautiful and painful.