after
tears and
harsh words...
after saying
goodbye...
after
silence...
i
found you, again.
we walked by our
first kiss
and learned to
laugh together,
again.
i learned not to let my
heart twist into
knots
at your slow,
sad smile-
and learned to hold you in my arms as an
old friend...
nothing more.
you told me
that the scent of
green tea
made you think of me,
of the
old wool sweater i wore
everyday that
summer.
i told you-
that it was never your
fault-
that sometimes the
cliches are
true-
that i hadn't meant to leave you
behind
in my search for
the end of the rainbow.
after the
laughter...
after the
stories...
after a
slow sweet kiss goodbye...
i found me.