|[ Maybe... ]|
[ 2003-07-27 ]
I'm quite sure I'll forget you, one of these days,
I lie to myself as I turn.
As I fight to go back and tell all I can say
My heart recalls lessons once learned.
There's not much point worrying 'bout things never done
And words that never got said.
I'll have you tomorrow if you are the one,
And the morning's always just ahead.
So if there's a place that finds me with you
In every new bright dawning's light,
I'll dream in this dark, for just one small view,
Of your face, rising night.
~July 9th, 2003