dead pulse

behold
fireworks where
my timid light
should be

a glaring sun
where our gentle moon
should be
hanging

i need you to
remember me

i am still there
where we buried me
still but merely
sleeping

i should be
dead, i am
still but merely
sleeping

behold,
us where
our timid selves
were hesitant but
smiling

indecisive but
smiling

2008.sep.19