A note taped to the mustard bottle
Every day I respect who you are,
admire what you do,
believe in you.
Neither time nor distance
can erode that.
Desperate to say something,
anything,
before you walked away
I said, "I'll never get over you, will I?"
The truth is,
I don't want to.
I thought it might happen naturally
the degrees of separation growing
as we both entered a world
infinitely larger than where we came from
I thought the insatiable adoration would fade
since I only see you once a year,
and there are so many things
I don't know about you, not really. . .
Your hopes, your dreams,
the things that give you comfort.
But it hasn't.
If anything, it's grown deeper -
and I didn't think that was possible.
I wondered if I could come up with
100 things about you -
Then I wondered whether you
could come up with 100 things about me.
I drifted off to the memories
of a long time ago,
the roots of who we are
Back in the present,
I wondered if you've ever thought
about how fate seems to keep
throwing us together
I wondered if you ever think about me -
if the thought of us being together
is absurd to you
Posted by Amanda at May 01, 2003 11:14 PM
