Rings of Smoke

Where shall the word be found, where will the word | Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence

why?

Posted on | June 18, 2007 | Comments Off

what does it matter,
that you are not here,
and it is raining and i am all alone?
why does it bother me that i lost you,
when i had never won you?
after so many months and years of dreaming of you at nights,
what does it matter that sleep should not arrive?

why should i care that your face no longer stares onto me from the ceiling?
why should i miss the eyes that used to haunt me?
why do i dwell on the past that you were when you are never going to be the future?

the questions i ask myself,and the poetry that i write;
why is it still you in them?
why do i search for you in every corner of my room?
why do i still want you into my heart?
why does this rain make me want to hold you close,and still closer?

perhaps i still love you?
or perhaps you never will be gone!

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