I wrote this on 8/25/08

[eggmen]

Dear Love,

I think of one of you
and I think of all of you.
Just like that
I'm taken back
to the places
and faces
upon
whom
I'd later
come to
assume.

(Shakes Head)

I have tried so
hard to write
and not
write these
lines
and (cry) bleed
as I write them.

So many years
so few and many
tears or fears.

Such sweat
arrows
that left
such
wounds
scar
my chest
unnoticed,
yet felt.
Why love,
do you come
back to haunt
me now?
Why dears,
do you
come to
strain my
art again?
Why ladies,
do you chase
this face
with
such simple
fate
and hate,
neither
weak
nor great,
just
enough
and nothing
rough.

Where
and when
I ask
is there
a place,
a trace
of space
for me.
Was it
next to you,
one of you?
Were there
moments
to few,
words
not spoken,
and feelings
not touched?

Yes,
I have known
love, however,
I'm not
sure she
has known me.
I trust
I'll
find just
that,
some day,
and untill then...
yes,
until then?
I'll do this.
And you'll
do that.
We'll
see what's
what when
when is now
and now is
when.

-@23