i miss this one person who i hardly even knew.
we met and danced and laughed and spoke and spoke
and spoke about all the things that we could think
of.
and in the morning, it was quiet for a time. and
we walked past the generator, humming softly.
she tried to say things to me, but couldn't articulate
---- i could tell. i could taste it, but i knew, too,
knew what she meant - because i thought the same thing.
she meant - you understand me. and i meant that too.
it's strange like that; plus i missed her birthday.
too many kilometres north back into territory that
i trod too heavily upon, and i'd prefer to wait
for the crushed grass to spring back before i try to
slink through it once more.
you can't account for change - you can't be held responsible
for ever. but you can hold yourself responsible.
"it's all fine to say: 'Time will heal everything, this too
shall pass away. People will forget' - and things like that
when you are not involved, but when you are there is no
passage of time, people do not forget, and you are in the
middle of something that does not change." - Steinbeck '45
plus i'm static, stuck tryin to move, and too slow to react.