May 04, 2004 15:53
You look at me
With downcast eyes,
And I can't help but feel
Sorry for myself.
I wish that the air that you breathe
Was enough to suffice me still
But its too thick with regret.
You recite what you think
I expect you to say.
But i can see in your eyes
That its all too routine for you.
I have a vague sense
Of where this is going.