Sunday, August 14, 2011

The Meetup

The last words we said to each other
Were that we would do well to never meet.
Surely you remember,

We agreed also that we would do well to remember.
I think we remember you’ve got perfect memory.

I fear you’ve been taken hold of something
That for months has dragged me.
If you are who you’ve claimed to be,

And you’ve never admired the thought of love,
Then you have no business with me here.
Feel free to loosen the knot as you leave, you’re free.

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