Just To Tell You, This Is NOT A Sappy, Warm-Hearted Love Poem.

I am not you and you are not me.
All of these complications arise with the summer's tide.

The cracks in my heart have come to see...
Your words still matter, but your actions have become less meaningful.
Now what does it come down to?

I'll tell you:
Who you used to be, in my eyes, is like seeing Haley's comet;
I had you for a split second and my next chance could be in another 75 years.

You and me? No.
It can't be you and me since I am not you and you are not me.


[October 2009]