I am the point on the horizon
where lines intersect
and the casualty of this war
is your grasp of emotions-
not mine.
Maybe I've lost my faith in religion
because I see God in everything,
and I've given up boundaries
and structure...
and I see God in you-
Maybe another angel falling-
pinprick in the sky
like slashing velvet with light...
like cutting skin with words...
Someday- parts of me, lost in you
will wake up...
and I will be myself again
and a thousand forevers will pass-
until the day comes
when I again understand
everything we used to be...
and I will safely be able to say
that I have one hell of a story to tell.
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