(adapted)
i didn't doubt it
but it's just strangely hard to
believe.
then i saw you counting the days
of my absence-to-be,
made me want to cry.
it became so true,
so believable.
i do wonder what my presence meant to you.
you said you felt lighter,
unloading your complaints to me.
your heavy head,
tired eyes,
sore legs,
made me want to shout at them,
to leave you alone.
i wasn't annoyed at you,
i was annoyed at them.
i'd do so much for you,
i'd forget i'm only me.
reader k | 12/02/2005 02:17:00 AM |
