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


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