Thursday 12/14/2006 11:50:00 PM

He had
chronic ethusiasm

He was
so sure

About everything
except us

We were
so high

That it
hurt to look down

See ourselves there

Ready to resume
the lives we

had abandoned

I listened only
long enough

to hear him say
we were over.

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