Thursday, March 17, 2005

holding on

he says, let everything go
and back away,
but he speaks as one
who is used to people
who come to him to talk
i am afraid
that if i
withdraw any more
i will become as invisible
as i feel
standing here
in a place we used to come to,
and touch
and watching you
walk by me
as if i was no more
to you (or less)
than the rain on your shoes

Friday, March 4, 2005

remains

your lies were
not even
delicate
you did not
try to stain my world
a better shade
you just bloodied the water
left scars
and walked away
with stained fingertips