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when nothing satisfies
but the touch of your hand on mine
and i can't sleep at night
without a tear soaked pillow beneath my head.
there was a time when trust, security, love
they were sisters. living in our beds.
leaving them crumpled, pillows thrown about
with happy smiles and morning breath
we knew it. you knew it.
couldn't last.
or could it?
no one ever told me that caution
is shaped like a boomerang
so that when we threw it to the wind,
it came back to us.
halting.
ending.
haunting.
sending you away from me
where now your lips do not reach mine
for fear of feelings
i loved you.
always will.

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense. -- Ralph Waldo Emerson

so what's a girl to do when her letter "j" falls off of her keyboard?
what's a girl to do when her flip style cellphone is cracked in half, dangling by some tiny, all important cord?
what's a girl to do when the "i love yous" aren't said anymore, and her lips go unkissed?