So close
but cannot touch you.
So close
and though I reach for you
you don’t see me
Crying out
so you can hear me
Crying out
please be near me.
But you keep walking away.
Evening streets
wet with rain.
Dreams flow like the current
down the drain.
Impossible, you say.
Am I dreaming
when I see your face?
Hear me screaming
before your door I pace.
Are you even home?
Clap of thunder
echoes loudly.
Gothic statues
sit so proudly.
Only I cower in the night.
Headlights cut
across the growing mist
whisked away
the woman kissed
for now.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
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