03/26/01

		"holding on"

cigarettes and beer have never tasted so good...
the comraderie of youth, the unburdened heart
not caring about the whole outside for as long as
we can stretch 24 hours.
music comes back to me as though i had lost it forever
...like a lover.
and my friends that hear it...hear me in a way i could never be
knife blades and cigarette lighters
flames...and memories i will never forget.
learning more about myself in a bowl of water
than in the years of lamentation...
i might cry now and again.
but then i remember your hand in the dark.


			© Andrea K