the closer i get
the more wrought with jealousy i become
it is as though
no matter
how much
or how far
i am still filling up
his footsteps
and looking at the space
left still
i am shadowed by a man
much greater then i
and his eyes
though long closed
burn holes in my back
his breathe remains in my conscience
and his words
are harder still to dissolve on my tongue
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
when you have just enough
to turn around
again
do you think
perchance
the wee things that stood behind you all the while
will still be there
just as they where before?
something slipped out the window
of this car
as it sped away from any form of commitment
but in the space between where you are
and where i am
was once there a line
so it is in dreams now
i fish about
for our friendship.
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