untitled [’trampled’]

I love it and I hate it when you realize where I’m going.
You follow me too swiftly, finding yourself trampled beneath my feet.
I wish I received more letters and I wish they were all from you,
but I fear that knowing too much about each other will drive us apart.
I cannot be concerned with where life takes you
when I am barely concerned about where it takes me.
We’ll go together, apart, forgetting one another, longing to be together.

3.31.2008

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