Back Into

You still think of me.
Miss me.
Mourn me.
As if I were a casualty.
Cut down in my prime
by your uncaring pride.
But still you remember
Those moments so tender.
Once full of love.
Now turned to cinders.

It never lasts long.
For you know you did wrong.
And you refuse to face your misery.
Yet still I feel it happening.
You thinking of me.
In those lone and quiet moments
when you let down your guard.
Then you're falling so hard
from all those loving memories
back into reality again...

? Michaelette ?

10/04/2005
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Take me home . . .