But Now
I cry a flood or tears,
For reasons that nobody else
Could.
I stare into space,
Thinking about things
Nobody else would.
I love the things I love
For reasons even I will
Never know.
I dream the kind of
Dreams that I can't
Even show.
But now I look back at all of these
Rare passions,
And I notice that all I need
To do now,
Is cast out that ugly
Lingering look of You
Behind me,
And just
-Let go.
Copyright © Molly Dolloff | Year Posted 2005
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