for my failures, i have meant well.

2005-11-03 9:13 p.m.

some nights, we walk under the windows of old homes, subject to record player nostalgia, and i want to grab him by both hands, to give him the peace only memories can bring.

on resolution, i am part and parcel remaid only to love him. i am now shy and human, dancing between my thoughts and my emotions - hoping he will see me for my intentions, will see that my failed attempts are followed by
repentant actions.

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