I ran back again,
to gather your missing kisses.
Suddendly the memory of your arms
holding me filled my eyes with tears,
blinding me...
I stumbled on, searching for you,
becoming trapped in the folds of a taperstry
woven of what I wanted, not what I needed.
Still I ran on.
5: 01 a.m.
March 24,2009
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