Poem 003

Saturday, June 7th, 2003
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Love and why I Hate It
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There are no goodbyes.
Until we are dead
We will see each other again.

This chemical pain
Comes out from that promise,
For if I wrote

What I always wanted to say
Then I could never face you
Again.

But I know your eyes will be near
I know your laugh will again ring
Against my inner ear,

And thus I can never say
"I love you."