108. Symphony
11:19 a.m. & Thursday, Aug. 13, 2006


You knew when you said it, that it could never be undone.
That your words wouldn't be taken back..
But you spoke them anyway.

And Like a sweet, slow symphony it brushed past my skin, and into my fortress, leaving every word of warning to dissipate.

Letting everything else fall upon deaf ears.


I want to remember What takes a lifetime to forget