Wednesday, March 26

my legs are growing weary,
as i try to keep myself afloat,
pacifically treading water,
in the disappearing wake of your boat.

and i don't want to panic,
but this question is a must,
when will you come back for me?
words rippling faintly, it's a matter of trust


maybe the ending for a beginning that never existed

1 Comments:

Blogger Sandy said...

beautifully written.

3:19 am, March 27, 2008  

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