Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Ozikawa

I wonder when last we spoke. We used to speak all the time. We laughed
and stayed up late. We kept each other company. It hasn't grown less.
It's definitely not gone. It's just... It used to be the main event.
Now it is simply the backdrop.

Smiles are wearying. They crack our faces. Embraces pull and tug at
unused muscles. I still love you, and I know you, me. It is okay. The
rain doesn't stop just because we are in love. It wont rain any harder
when our love finally burns away.

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