For the life of me I cannot remember what particular obsession inspired this poem but it's one of my favorutes. It's not every good. I have better poems in my catologue but this particular one always occurs to me. I have memorized it a little bit and I especially love the italicized text. Every time I recite it to myself, I think who am I kidding, I do hurt. But maybe not as much.
It came from yesterday
To a time that would lead to tomorrow,
To a time that I thought you would find me,
To the time when I would look at you and
Not feel the needle pierce my skin
As I long for a way to say
I do not hurt,
I do not ache,
I do
But not as much.
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