Tuesday, February 2, 2010

tania

Holding On
I’ve held your face so many times
The paper no longer bares your image
I see you in my sight
But when I approach you, phantom
This way you never looked
And now the path has closed
The road has taken a different direction
But yet this old map
It’s stronger than me
How can I let go,
When I’m not even holding on?

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