There I am, sitting by the
Fire exit where I always end up
Sooner or later, staring
Out of the window at the people outside
Trying to find the person within.

Maybe by moving as far away
From my problems as I can,
The solution will leap out at me.

But as yet I have not been
Graced with its presence.

So I sit here and listen
And try to sing along to
Half heard, half remembered lyrics
From songs that somehow seem old,
Though only a few years have passed
Since they were first heard
By these tired, deafening ears.

It's possible that I'm pushing
These words out of my pen
So hard that they will shatter
Under the pressure of my feelings.

So, while wordless conversations
Carry on around me,
The only person talking to me
Is the one person I will never see
Or know or listen to.

03/17/2002

Posted on 03/17/2002
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