a fart of the heart variety...
do you remember me?
i've stolen a glance or two of you
maybe three, four, or five
memory tries to forget
what is not self-serving, frivolous
i hesitate as you glance at me
my eyes close
shut
the staccato of your steps
click-clock, tickety tock
syncopated, uneven, a beat and half
they are my melody
rhythm without sound
time signatures gone awry
but i think you have forgotten
or was there ever something to forget
is someone else now glancing back, and listening to your tickety-tock steps?
la vie, c'est comme un oiseau sans ailes
sans toi, mon oiseau est incapable de vole
posted by vespertine @ 8:46 PM
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2 Comments:
"imperfections keep us real. the suffering we bear reminds us to be compassionate. the thorn in the flesh, is in fact blessing."
wow. the perfect words.
it was nice to see you again, miss panda. hehe
-maggie =)
I think you mean "c'est comme" and not "c'est come" ... :D
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