this morning as i lay in bed
i focused on the sky through my window
the clouds seemed to scurry out of my frame
from that angle
my floor is littered with notes
collected on napkins receipts and newspaper margins;
each with its own solution to my own word puzzle.
as the clouds ran from me
i grasped the sheet
in a longing manner.
Comments (1)
love
will forever be unrequited
in days
of expectations
and fear.
Posted by chris | October 15, 2005 12:51 PM
Posted on October 15, 2005 12:51