space between rivers
November 2, 2007
seems to me as if everything would have been done,
in a whim we pass moments we thought would never cross,
such decisions we make affect only ourselves,
but in the same light, it affected the world we made,
if guilt is not recourse, and to second guess this journey is insane,
then perhaps i have grown crazy,
i yearn for you i with all my spirit, clutch me and shelter me,
for when we measure love, we measure our own, and we feel unworthy
this i beg, to keep faith even in the utmost loss of it.
