seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the suitcase which has been for years i can sense that your are leaving or have already gone in the precious glimmer and spatter of gold that vibrates in the corner of your eye when you speak to me of things i do not care about things like folding socks carefully and placing them in the top drawer for good luck, of scented teabags left beneath the linens and of your suitcase which is silently desecrating the meaning of good-bye in the farthest corner of the room. the way the zipper will not enclose what you have packed... i feel the sadness spreading across the veinwork of my insides, freezing the tip of my nerves to isolate the pain . i don't want you to go. to leave me. 18:45 - 25 July, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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