Wednesday, August 26, 2009
i know it's a hint. however subtle it was, i got it. every trace of me will be erased, and they will lie silently against your walls, sandwiched between your new lifeline and the cold, hard concrete we so blissfully made ours. my handprints, footprints, girl figurine and all, will disappear as you move on. well those drawings and writings and prints have been there for 20 months anyway. and i foolishly thought they would have been there forever, akin to how those scenes with you are etched in memory.
and baby as you sang last night it felt all too familiar.
It's a beautiful disguise.