What I am reading
no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another’s. She will be another’s. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I lover her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
<p>Still dealing with you after all these years, and years to come. Fuck you.<p></br>bb
My Rebel soul circa 2007 (no longer have this camera, replaced by a 10D, 20D, and 85mm 1.8 lens).