the loss of summer and the loss of love... history will repeat itself

and i'm so
afraid
of the
day that
awaits me...
when
i miss you
is
so meaningless

out of sight,
out of mind...
i become
another memory
(and a knotch on your belt)
...too sweet to
forget, but
too jaded to
hold onto.

the flood gates
will burst and
i'll attempt to
stay afloat
(with only one lung
to sustain me... b/c
the loss of you makes
it too hard to breathe)
and i'll still live for
another breath
of you...
perhaps again...
or never at all