rlawson
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after the words have gone <rcl>
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Jun 14 01:09 UTC 2002 |
It's funny how memory tends to betray
Thoughts remembered but hardly ever recollected,
the lyrics come and leave the air tense
like the lover leaving the morning after,
you lie awake with eyes closed
waiting, praying for some kind of goodbye--
see you soon, wish you well
or thank you
We keep dancing like this careful not to touch
It's your turn to lead
Latitudes and longitudes,
it's your turn to leave
The music ended long ago;
our sound-track is an almost forgotten tune
Humming mostly, I remember only words like
always and promise and friends
and your name
And there's a kiss on my lips
that should have left with you
Now I'm careful not to kiss another
so that when my hair retreats further,
when the twilight of my memory comes,
I'll have something still to remember you by
after all the words have gone
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