half and half.

"This just makes me ill,

your name is dripping from my pen

Still you're not around to curse,

I'll drop the gun now, I'm still under you..."

sometimes..:

the bouncing noise off the halls seem so real,

and the sweat of my hands still moist.

and the feeling of not knowing where we are going

just that someday we will get there is so pausible

at that moment.

do you realize that its been not weeks,not months

but years?

were all those words you said meaningful,

or prose fiction.

i know your happy but sometimes its nice

to think of what had happened

but never why it did.

its safe to say i love you like i always have.

maybe one day ill see you again and we can sit

sit and talk and even laugh of how stupid

you were when you would drag yourself down

the corridor looking back, while i waited outside

untill you were out of sight to enter and wait for

the ringing to set us free.

its so different being young.

i still have your photograph
and still read your letter.