Missing you is like
breaking a tooth from
gnawing on hard
candy. It hurts like
hell--after momentary
bliss.
The mere remembrance of you requires
brain damage, tongue-biting--
after much bleeding and
headaches, I still can't seem
to get through.
Looking back, I
wonder why silence
is an option for two
free spirits.
A step forward I take, but
trappings keep holding
me back.
It begins to rain. It almost
always does.
Why it does--it's beyond me.
-June 3, 2003-
-8:50 AM, Digital Time-
-g212-