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Me too

by Dorothy P 

Posted: 18 May 2005
Word Count: 215


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Me too, me too, his heart I want to be in,
Me too, me too, I want to be a part of him.
How did it happen that it had to end,
That now I have only messages and emails to send?

Me too, me too, I want to watch him roll his cigaro,
Me too, me too, I want to be cleaning now in Soboro.
Why do we not treat each other with more care,
Why is it too late for all the love I have to share?

Me too, me too, I want to join Nea Demokratia,
Me too, me too, I want to kiss the inside of his ear.
Where did all the laughing, fun and joking go,
Can we not connect outside the land of tsipouro?

Me too, me too, I want to cut his toenails,
Me too, me too, I want to go shopping in Salonica sales.
When did we stop caring who we really are,
Our time together began and ended in a bar.

Me too, me too, I want to build the world's best hotel,
Me too, me too, I want all this only you to tell.
Baby mou, you are the loveliest I have ever known,
And I've found that life is not half as good alone.






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Ticonderoga at 14:39 on 19 May 2005  Report this post
There's something very original about the voice here - not quite sure what it is; excellent rhythm and pace, with a light, slightly bouncing lilt, which combine to add a slightly humorous spirit to the rather melancholy subject matter. Keep scribbling!


Best,


Mike

Dorothy P at 19:09 on 19 May 2005  Report this post
Thanks Mike, it was written in a spirit of personal fun but as you felt, sprang from a well of loneliness. Your encouragement and comments are always much appreciated.
Dotty

The Walrus at 15:33 on 21 May 2005  Report this post
Such yearning, reminiscing and grief. The acute sense of loss and, paradoxically, of what could have been but ultimately what could never have been, delivered with an almost childlike innocence. Almost made me think no matter how hard we question, sometimes we will never know the answer. I guess it's a lesson in learning to let go and move on.

Powerful piece.

Red


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