the longing seeps through every word,
and another secret that wasn't so secret,
is secret no more, at least that's what I heard;
I heard it just the other day,
when I heard myself turn to me and say:

I need you
I want you

Two very different things
Yet both what my heart sings.

February 20, 2009.

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