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June 30, 2005

At least that's what you said

Since I walked away
I haven't spent a single minute
not thinking

Since you walked
I haven't spent a single minute

Doing things that don't
matter, while
trying to figure out if your hands were
metaphorically stretched out

(mine were
ready to touch
but I didn't because
it wasn't a good

or not, just

I never gave you
anything but a silly silly
flower; it seems a bit
cheap now, compared with
the hair clip you gave me—

At least you said
good luck take care
at least you said that
at least that's
what you said

Posted by Horst on June 30, 2005 04:48 PM to notes from the subconscious | Tell-a-friend

assia said on July 3, 2005 09:33 PM:

Why you did not touched her hands? Why you did not set actions? Your poem is very sad, I guess, the person whom the poem belongs is also very sad. Am I right?
Dear Horst, I would say: take action! Do something! Flowers are never stupid! Go for it!

Horst said on July 3, 2005 10:44 PM:

It's fiction.

Lucid said on July 4, 2005 07:28 AM:

Of course it's fiction!
A writer cannot write without this shield and the assumption that he or she is totally innocent and not even capable of the feelings he or she only seems to live through - it's always the evil twin writing and Horst is just his archivist.
BTW: The reader's revenge is called text-analysis.

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