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September 21, 2003

Moving closer to a dream with salty
tears and seawater coloring everything
in red and aquamarine through a glow
that binds me to hands that reach out
like a breath and a sigh from shadow.
"Mine... you are mine," you said.
"No one's... I belong to no one," I replied.
"I am no one, therefore you belong to me, anyway."
Your eyes and your hands touch me
without any sensation in my body
but a wish that has not yet come true.
I bite the palm of my hand and wait
for something to really be mine.
"I will always be yours," you said.
"Then come to me," I request.
Then silence burns me again.
"Come home..." I request again.
Either you don't want it, or you lie.
Your eyes turn away from me again
and shine up to starlight in the sky
while my heart shatters into a million
little, sickly pink pieces, fading to white.
I should be dying by now.