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2005.09.10

I must confess that curiosity
Has proved my better
With a question not
On my lips but rather, fingertips --
Do you still have my music
Do you do as I have done
And keep it to yourself in private lonely moments
A sacrament to our own shame

I must confess that concentration
Eludes me at my worst
Though those moments are furthest from me now
From time to time I hold them close
And work the feelings I now reserve for someone
Else, unique and familiar
I wish it was something I could share with you
Impossible as that is
But then we proved poor at the impossible in the end

Did you do as I have done
And destroyed what you could
And treasured what you couldn't