Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Shirt
When my shirt fell.
When my shirt fell.
I was upset.
When I'd found it. I was happy.
When I did wear it,
I was upset.
But I did remember,
when I was happy.
I can't lose you.
I was upset.
But I did remember,
when I was happy.
I can't lose you.
Because you are my capsule.
My history. That very fabric.
You are. The thing that renders me the feel.
The thing that turns one a bard.
The thing that teaches me inspiration...
sadness...and whatever life takes.
I can't lose you.
cuRRent...jer
has recovered his shirts.
¶ 1:24 pm 
