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December 6, 2004
So many buses taken to see you
Hundreds of dollars spent
Wasted?
It's not that you don't love me
It's just the T rides
the terminals
the waiting waiting waiting
for a trip that doesn't last
a momentary slice of heaven
ruined by time
and sometimes by your indifference.
Surroundings
Blend seamlessly because
They don't matter
We matter
And you know it
Usually.
Time without you
Creeps like lava
Slowly swallowing up
Every inch of my happiness
It will concede
Only when you are with me completely
Making love
Protecting me
from the elements
from guns
from pain
from life.