steps

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if there was a way to say all that i meant with a look with a smile then i would. but even if i could you wouldn't know what it meant because i've lost you for too long and the words just get washed away by the cold cold water -

smile for me.

once in a while (once) i look behind my shoulder and see you there. you catch my glance but i look away before its too late - before the storm hits and i cry tears from my heart because it aches so, so much. i can't watch anymore.

you see this trickle of water running down the window pane? i would think of you, if i could without it all coming back and hurting and rushing out before i could start telling you how much i love you.

(of course you tell me that you love me. that you miss me when it's late and when you're beside me. that the trickle runs down the window pane and you think of me - )

the cold water hurts - it stings my face. it washes my world to a glistening clarity, a cruel cruel clarity. the edges are sharp and they hurt when i touch them. i try to close my eyes.

do you?

i wonder if your world's watery too.

steps around the corner. i'm hoping they're yours.