abril 09, 2009

Walking away

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I wish I didn’t need closure
so I could pick up my pieces,
and take with me only what will make me smile tomorrow
but I’m not that wise.

I wish you had wanted me to see you
so we could have done less pretending and more sharing
less easy jokes and more real talks
but you’re not that brave.

I wish I hadn’t let you bite more than you could chew
so we could walk, laugh, cry and grown
but we’re not us anymore.

I wish you hadn’t smoked pot so much.