Have Been | an apology

6.03.2006

And so we'd always have something to argue on.
Little things or big
things, can be sometimes senseless and irrelevant.

I didn't answer his question.
But I apologize...
Rhetorics, he deemed.

And the calvary begins.
But then it ends.

Like rain.

And he'd always be on that same spot--puffing
my harsh words away. Pretending he
cannnot hear my sobs, nor my
pains.

But I feel his, for in my every tear
is an exchange of his blood-shut eyes.

I have always hated this situation,
and if I had a choice,i wouldn't be crying
like anything else.
Pardon me while I burst.
The song in my head spoke for me
~Awe is me.~

Just my tears amidst his loud thundering voice
of frustration.
Just his filthy stick to calm the situation.
And he'd always be in that same spot--waiting for me
to CALM home...
Where all the craziness of the city
can see us.

Today, a truck (with all its huge presence), and carrying
truckload of sand
Rammed his spot, his very spot.
If the accident happened any earlier...
it could have been him...while waiting for me.

And so we'd always have something to argue on.
Little things or big
things, can be sometimes senseless and irrelevant.
But I'm glad now.

He's arguing with me.