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It really is hard to understand them,Stranger. I tried, I did, but running closer, will just make them run farther. I can never catch up. I can never, truly understand how they can laugh..I'm not fast enough Stranger! I just can't! I miss being able to understand...

I miss her...So much....

I don't see the point of a friendship.… If you must tip toe along hoping not to step on other's toes... Friendship should be of mutual understanding and exceptance, not fighting and unsolved problems.. It's like watching a couple go through a divorce...

How long does it take for someone to know they don't love them back...? Tell Me Stranger..

Bite Me
Scratch Me
Taste Me
Ink Thee

Bite into whatever forbidden fruit
Procure and savor the taste
For all you have, only a memory
And yet you flee like moths.

She wakes in her bed like morning bloom
But only looks in her hand
Seeing what she had once had
Then closes desperate lids

"Bite me", she softly says into her pillow
Small inhales of agony trail
The surface of her pillow's sheets
Wet and hot, makes it to the edge

"Scratch Me", he'd say onto her ear.
Their flesh turned red within the cold.
Clothed yet as naked as they have ever felt
And though they sneered it was romantic.

Taste ME! Can you taste it?!
The taste of sweat, ink, Me.
IT's beautiful, right? It's Me.
Do you love me? All of me. Even me?

The taste of ink.
As bland and misleading
Stayed in our mouths for ours.
Within that taste we tasted Strawberries.

Forever.

"You've got her face and hair", He said with a sigh under that thick accent of his. Big bushy beard moving in tune with is mouth.

"Well you smell of tobacco and rain", I'd retorted with an undertone of what I thought was wit but now thinking it was just me being shy.

June 4th, 2005 was when we met. The house smelled of coffee, but all my senses focused on was him. Thin, Bearded, Serious, and Passive. Clothed in a black suit and white hair slicked back. Height of a giant and his hands could fit my face and beyond. His eyes were bright blue, but it was and always was shrouded in a blanket of despair when he looked at me. He always thought of her when he saw me, I could tell. But I didn't mind, I would slightly indulge it.

"_____ is an odd name. It's Greek,no?", he asked again, his tongue slipped on the 'R' in Greek. I tried not to laugh, So I nodded, "Then I will name you what she did Amelia"

It was like a current. It washed over me like no other. I could feel that name taking me over, like I really was her.

Months later he had visited America. He marveled at how lazy we were and how sad our country was. His small comments made me laugh. Every so often he would whisper, "Oi, Elia", at that point he had gotten tired of Amelia and wanted to stand out from the family, "do you hear that?"

"Hear what? You're crazy.", I'd smile.

"Only crazy people can't hear it. that must be the reason, No?" Then he'd laugh and smile under his beard then rest the rim of his favorite tea cup onto his whisker covered lips.

We had a lot in common: Apples on tuesdays never thursdays. Passive but aggressive towards our hobbies, tea but preferably coffee with TWO sugars, and our favorite Poetry with cucumber sandwiches in the park.

But.. unfortunately I have no one anyone to eat cucumber sandwiches in the park with, or watch old cartoons with at two A.M.

I wish I was more like her for you. I wish I could have been your Ebony piano and smiled like her. I wish I could have spent one more year with you, at least long enough for us to actually hear that sound together.

I'll miss you. I'll always miss you.. Te Iubesc Bunicul..