He studies me still <br />he hasn't gone <br />he is as close as he <br />always was <br />it was me <br />me who left <br />and came back <br />none of it's right <br />none of it's wrong <br />it is still just him and me <br />and I don't know <br />where I belong <br />I am aging <br />faster than I ever have <br />soon I will be dust <br />nothing more than <br />that which is swept off the floor <br />and thrown away. <br />pieces of something useful <br />but useful no more <br />we share the darkness <br />we share the light <br />but nothing is shared <br />of this life <br />if it is in between <br />if it is just a blink <br />why does it matter so <br />for the short time <br />passes too quickly <br />embodiment of everything <br />and nothing <br />do 'we' even exist <br />or are we like words on a paper <br />a paper on a table <br />forgotten as the wind <br />blows it out of reach<br /><br />Lauren B Called<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dark-place-2/
