Can you figure it out?

For once I would like to hold on to you.

So many years and you are still ethereal.

I always think I see snatches of you...

In real faces....

Places....

Words.

But the imp that you are...

You laugh and move on...

Holding your head high.

My head grows heavier.

Not even love ...

Is enough to make you stay.

Is it something that I say?

I am human...

maybe not you.

But I make mistakes...

Misunderstandings.

But what about all I give and give?

It is because I care.

But facts are so misconstrued...

like bad music...

they become your muse.

Or maybe it is what others say?

Do you even care to prove all things?

No.

Or maybe it is you...

You don't want the truth.

Truth is strange...

But fiction is always fun...

You savor it like a food.

I am the refuse...

There is only one who is true....

and He is not you.

There is a friend that

Sticks closer than a brother.

06/18/11