revisiting an old favourite
i am
until i perceive
otherwise
~
i thought she was her
and she is
but sometimes she forgets
and i wonder
and wander
~
you hold your breath
when you should hold your tongue
and hold your tongue
when you should hold my hand
and i should delegate
more authority to myself
but i can't help thinking
that you are thinking
thinking
what is she thinking?
~
the forecast is
we kiss good-bye and never hello
all kisses are then parting kisses
and it hurts even more to write it
than it does to live it
~
sometimes our thoughts and feelings
are our most prized possessions
and then there are times
to let go of your possessions
and wander
~
in an attempt
to not lose
a prized possession
i lost everything
~
i simply stopped
writing of truth
when my truths
no longer sounded
triumphant
~
we must each choose our words
as you have chosen your silences
~saul williams