orgami's Diaryland Diary

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the whats of why

dip your fingers
through the surface
of the dark and green
reflection

loves caught in the web
like a voice down
the hall
inflection

your tears have grown
moist and the gentle
side of you is breaking

and the mornings not
beginning
and the evening has come
by
and i see close to you
the age and weariness
all through

so long ago
we chased the numbers
counting foolishly
like only fools do

and when it came down
to the ending
when the time was up
we knew

to not wave goodbye or
be lonely
but to walk away like
we do

and step down to the
waters
where the night would
hold us close
and you ask the questions

what could it have been
suppose

3:24 p.m. - 2008-07-23

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