Weekend Wordsmith:
"Friday, December 4, 2009
129. Knead"
I wish I could touch you inside,
somewhere where you remember me,
somewhere,
where you and I are the same....
That time is gone, isn't it?
How do you make oxtail stew?
I see your recognition.
You see that I need you.
You’re grateful. I can tell.
You’re proud. You need me too.
But it’s late for that.
Isn’t it?
How do I do? How do I say?
What can I do? I went away.
I still love you.
Though, . . . goodbye.
..
.ero
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