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Tightrope
There you were,
and there was I,
struck dumb,
beautiful moment of
nothing,
in which you were everything,
intangible and
not fully realized
until there was nothing left
to cherish.
Too much time in
so few seconds,
pithy in their succinctness
of how naive I can be,
how blind.
Chalk it up to a tragic flaw:
ignoring what I have
for fear of
knowing what I'll lose,
how far I'll fall
when I see how far I've climbed.
I can only walk the tightrope with my eyes closed.
Yesterday
is only worth something tomorrow,
and you've been gone forever.
So I breathe slowly now,
so shallow,
as if I could take back everything
I did so wrong
by ceasing to exist.
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Published 10th Nov 2009
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