Monday, October 5, 2009

The Letter (poem)

Where are the woods where my love once waited?
A dream in mid May
Seems so far away...
I touch him praying for a rush
A tidal wave of emotion he'll betray on his face
For me
But he does not.
Another tale takes hold of what I
desired.
One where I am the villain
And the keeper of pain
And I keep silent.
If you could show me
whisper
caress
my mind would quiet
my soul would rest.
But I wait with baited breath
For a letter that will never come.
A song may rise
But the words you write
Will never come.

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