Friday, January 6, 2012

Vacation from Myself

I remember what it felt like to be loved
or to play pretend that it was love

I trust you, I trust you, I trust you
I trust you, I trust you, I trust you

He said it in whispery tones in that silly fedora
on the secret wood steps behind the hospital

I suppressed Don't. That isn't logical
Instead, I trust you, too

Trembling kisses struggling to give the words breath
I guess we thought it would heal us, somehow

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