Sunday, January 29, 2006

Let him be

Let him be to me a message, a song, a book, but let him not be a memory, that float like a spirit to where my pensive thoughts dwell and where my heart dictates. Let him not be a memory that roves and finds my heart and stirs it to its long-forgotten heat. Let him be to me instead the air I breathe, a necessity designed to sustain life, the living wage I pay to roam the grounds of this world, then I would learn to let it be, this proclivity. Let him not be to me a memory that creeps into my deepest solitudes and stole my glance from the eternal fare, and deepens my murmurs that sprung from despair. Let him be a name in a slumbered reminisce, and not on my trembling lips. Let him be to me anything but a memory.

Listening to For Lovers, by Baby Shambles

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