� Dreamcoat � 2002-07-29 � 10:20 p.m. �
Last night I dreamt of you again... pale skin and blonde hair... i could smell you... taste your skin.
You come to me when the day is significant, it seems. I don't know if it's you, or if that's me.
I know that I miss you. More now than i ever did. Every old memory makes itself new and I want to melt in the salt of stale tears. Cry infinity for your arms to hold me.
It is four years to the day that i last touched you...felt your cheek pressed against me... the breath of your confession on my skin.
You are probably my only regret... I regret not holding on longer... tighter... not collapsing to your weight on me... not caving to the grass beneath us as we laid there... the dew as our bed.
I should have let you kiss me longer...
I should have never left early nor said goodbye. I should have told you exactly what you meant.
Truth beit, had I known the stars' fate then... I would have confessed. i would have stopped your heart from beating to keep you here with me.
I convinced myself for the longest time - that goodbye made you die.
Years pass my by and there's little I forget about each moment I shared with you.... if I never told you, I cherish them.
It's the small memories that I remember most... in techno-colour detail...
The little things we shared, my mind has made big...
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