“So close and yet so far away
And all the things I’d hoped to say
Will have to go unsaid today
Perhaps until tomorrow”
– -Townes Van Zandt
Again I fall before your charm,
My brooding befuddled by small talk;
I think of light replies too late
Driving home replaying conversations,
Reshaping meaning to suit obsessions.
The delusions of my truths
Trouble with their desert shimmer;
An oasis I desire, yet fear exists
Only in the thirst for it to exist,
“and that leaves only sorrow.”
(April 2011)
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