27 April 2009

chou


Those
Deep
Rumbly
Harsh Voices
Remind me of the poet
My First French Lover
So Serious
So Catholic
So Lovely
I know
Why
We don’t speak
Anymore (its ok)
Makes what we Had
So much
More
Romatique.
(but I know you still think about me)

it was lovely what we had. i don't question good fortune. i'm just trying to enjoy it, again, in my mind. i hope you are happy (or not, if that's how you want to be).

1 comment:

kerri ní dochartaigh said...

i love the last sentence so, so, so