"After Six Weeks I Stopped Counting"

[butterflydreaming]

Backdated; actual writing date lost, late 2005
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How wonderful your arms would have felt.
I would have forgiven you everything
just to rest my cheek against your neck
just to hold your warmth next to me
for one slow breath
And let the ice upon my heart melt
And let the fire of my anger cool
for one soft breath
just for your words and for your smile
just for a moment in you grace
I could have forgiven you everything!
How simple to continue as a fool
Happy, for a breath, in your embrace,

Yet I did not; you are not my friend,
so all my affection must come to an end.