Monday, December 7, 2009

Future echoes

I fear that I shall
Run out of words
That there are only so many
Just so many
That I can tell you
I love you
Before the sincerity of
That phrase
Will be attenuated by the
Repetitious redundancies of our
Inadequate language
That we will become
To our own
Expression of that which we both feel

How then can I trust that an
Acquired numbness
Of your ears to those words
Will not translate to a
Numbness of your heart to
Their intent

How then can I let you
Know that you are the
Other half of my

How often can I then say

I love you

Between now and the end of our lives

And have you know
I mean it still

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