Jul 06, 2006 17:04
mourning
loss
grief
heartache
disillusionment
hope
oxymoron
really, now, hm
"...because she's lonely and he's..."
"...are nothing. Ships passing in the night. Shadows over water..."
"...tonight. She can't..."
"...breathe through it all, talk every..."
"...when all you want to do is lie in bed for hours and hours...man. It becomes impossible to..."
"...[i]s it worth us dwelling on the girl that we can't touch right now?"
"...[a]re you going to wait for her forever?"
"...[i]nstant connection...thunderstruck...Thought we'd never see each other again, let alone talk, but then...would wait...would drop...Call that what you will..."
something terminal
indeterminably lost
confused
hot rush in cheeks
fever
rock back and forth until the answer comes
-------->post script: (not autism)
hot tracks on cheeks
hot flash beside cheeks
adjective noun preposition noun
there is a poem on my nightstand
that may never be finished
if only because
the feelings will never be sorted through
torn up knocked down
shaky foundation at best
i would raise one eyebrow at this
if i could
instead, settle for my finger holding it up
if you will
if you can
if it pleases the court;
something dark and deceptive
unsatisfying
i will not be this mask
going quietly into the night is not an option
perturbed.