I used to love the distance and the closeness of the city, but now it tears away bits and pieces that it once helped build up; and a long time allie has finally turned against me.
You do understand that this means war?
I told you the day we met
that my life was a Hollywood movie
and you laughed
because the music in the background
was silent and sad,
of the blues and a little jazz
and frozen fires
just like me -
(nobody watches a lonely motion picture
on a dirty screen)
- but you were wrong,
because only in
a movie
would someone lose
so much
from a silent kiss on a cheek
one goodbye,
and an alley
that took you away far too early.
I love
but the city adores
you,
and keeps you
to itself
(Skyscrapers rise between us,
keeping me from finding you)
I saw you in the window
behind a closed door
in the river
on the shore
on a train
and walking to your own wedding
but it was a mere shadow
and I look
and turn every corner
with a hope that
slowly
fades
away
(only the credits are still left
waiting impatiently behind the stage)
Poetry by muddy waters
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You do understand that this means war?
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I told you the day we met
that my life was a Hollywood movie
and you laughed
because the music in the background
was silent and sad,
of the blues and a little jazz
and frozen fires
just like me -
(nobody watches a lonely motion picture
on a dirty screen)
- but you were wrong,
because only in
a movie
would someone lose
so much
from a silent kiss on a cheek
one goodbye,
and an alley
that took you away far too early.
I love
but the city adores
you,
and keeps you
to itself
(Skyscrapers rise between us,
keeping me from finding you)
I saw you in the window
behind a closed door
in the river
on the shore
on a train
and walking to your own wedding
but it was a mere shadow
and I look
and turn every corner
with a hope that
slowly
fades
away
(only the credits are still left
waiting impatiently behind the stage)
Poetry by muddy waters
Read 677 times
Written on 2005-08-25 at 00:32
Tags Grief 
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