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Thursday, January 03, 2013

It's Just One of Those Days... (Not the Limp Bizkit Song)






What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.

I know we read this poem together a million times, and a million times we promised each other that it would be forever.  I miss you.  Wherever you are, and wherever you go (and whoever you are with), you will be in my heart for eternity.

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