December 10, 2002
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waiting for the other shoe to drop
getting undressed for bed, i glanced over and saw you. frozen like the picture, i stopped midmotion. and i stared, lost in the past, lost in if's and maybe's and might have been's. after a moment, the present came crashing in. my shoe hit the floor and i wept. for all we've lost. for every day that will never be the same. looking down, i studied my feet. one shoe on, one on the floor. it struck me as a work of fiction, and i smiled.
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you have this way of disclosing all so clearly, while at the same time not giving anything away.
if that makes sense.
'goodbye, emmdee.'
I'm wondering if this is about what I think it's about...
sweet and sad- not an easy combination but you always seem to pull it off swimmingly.....
You come across like a modern blaze of a fairy tale, a ghost making friends with summer winds, surreal, a hallucination...and indeed. A work of fiction so fantastical... that when I read, I read merely to enjoy, not to learn lessons.
poor guy, stop dwelling in those silly pasts of "if's" now i say. LOL
cheers
~michelle
powerful writing there!
And it closes with a smile...
Wonderful.
Y'know, that's happened to me too.
What is leet style?
Breathtaking.
are you trying to say that my ass was big?
shoes are so ownderful
btw, max just told me, saturnalia is another word for winter solstice, so have a fun saturnalia orgy indeed. heheh
~Michelle
having and orgy are you?
lovely writing. then again i love anything that has shoes in it.
i'm doing alright i guess. i miss talking to you though!
damn , that is what happens when the shoe drops !
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