Without You Here

One moment, then another,
moving on into an hour; slowly,
slowly now I make my way into
another day without you here.

Its strange, this feel of numb
somehow becomes me now;
much better than the tears
or rage that came in ever altered
stages once you left.

No longer shock, this feeling somehow
saves me from a sense of endless
agony reprieved for once from
that heavy cost of soul that I had
born. Perhaps another round of tears
but not too heavy, nowhere near the
torrents that were given in a river
of great pain; but more a weeping now
for days that ever will remain a mystery.

They seemed so real, but now the feel
of them is lost; and my imagination falters
on the brink of all extinction, for our time
together wears itself to shreds as time
goes on. Could it have been more than
a dream or fantasy? It still seems that its
reality was something that could never
truly ever be just left behind.

And yet one moment, then another,
moving on into an hour; slowly,
slowly now I make my into
another day without you here.

? Michaelette ?

5/8/2001
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