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It Was Good
July 17, 2011
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It was good to really like somebody...
That's not easy to come by...
Not... where I lived...
A vague old forest
With lots of wild animals...
And ghosts.
You simply survive there.
It was good to smile naturally
And really like someone's company.
I couldn't say goodbye...
Not... so easily.
I drove all night to be with you.
But... you already had all the friends
You needed.
It was good to face truth.
The night was gone.
The ocean was waving goodbye
And it was good to face the truth...
To stand strong...
And take the truth.
I thought of going back... back... back...
When the wind was pushing me
Pushing me to go forward...
Going back even farther when I did...
Back to the forest...
Back to the ghosts.
But... what would I hear or see
If I went back to look for you...?
A worse fate...?
A worse truth...?
I turned... and returned... "home".
I looked for you.
Maybe you had caught my tag...
Maybe you had looked me up...
Maybe you had asked around...
Maybe you had followed me...
I looked for you.
Would you knock... someday...
On my door...?
Was that... you...?
Then the storms came...
Ripping the rug out from under me...
Pushing me... pulling me...
Where was I...?
Where did I... go...?
What was happening to me...?
Like falling off of a cliff
I was falling... falling...
And no one could stop it.
I tried to stop it.
It wouldn't.
I looked for you.
Did you send a message my way...?
Was that you...?
Was that me...?
It seemed so... true...
But... reality comes...
And one and one... made three.
Were you there in the crowd...?
The crowd that cheered at the football game...?
Was that you...?
Another cheer for the team...?
Another jab at the dancing girls...?
The girls who danced to the band...?
Til the band stopped playing...?
Did you get yours in... too...?
I couldn't watch anymore...
I closed that door
And never looked again.
To be... tagged...
By that most beautiful you...
Was too much for me.
I resigned myself to the dark forest
That had nearly filled itself up
With noisy creatures and ghosts...
Like a great festival of noise
It filled my life with dread.
The storm had won.
I had fought it...
Til I could fight no more...
And... the storm took it all...
Took what I would not give.
It... took...
What I would not give.
And I looked for you.
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