PoeticaL's PoetrY diary
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1:36 p.m. : Thursday, Aug. 29, 2002
I just closed my eyes for 23 minutes. I think it was 23 minutes. It might have been 23 minutes. I felt the line of flesh where eyelid meets eyelid snapped tight. I felt every gust of air that filled my lungs. I felt every tear searching for you and I counted slowly. There’s so much happening, so much that I can't express so much that you don't know. So much of it doesn’t really mean anything anyways. If you were right in front of me I'd never speak these thoughts because they wouldn’t matter anymore. I closed my eyes and I counted visual memories until I perfectly remembered your face, your bedroom grin, ice blue eyes. And somehow I found my ok again. I know I can't run anywhere else because you still won't be there. I just have to breathe 23 minutes at a time until it all adds up to our time.
baby, i just love you and don't know where to put it all until I can give it to you.
