need I say more? by William P StruckeI bought you a pastry the other day. I saw it and thought we could share it together. Tonight I ate it, the whole thing, alone.
AND now I feel it -- atrophying in my stomach a symbol that will stay with me of the intangible loss I have felt, that you have suffered, but ignored.
As the sweet cream of the filling turns sour in my soul, so shall you in my heart at last, until I see you again in the warm sunlight gliding past on your pedestal of beauty and lovely nescience as I sink deeper into the dark of night I will feel the pain for both of us and more -- each day more, lost and alone wondering why we couldn't just be together? then it will all come back again, as it has this day just like it was yesterday (and today it was) my emotion pouring out that never ending flood of tears in my soul, raining down, washing away everything good-- leaving only the clouds of despair on my cold winter day.
watching you pass, unnoticing of me
and knowing what we could have been.
01/15/2003 Posted on 01/16/2003 Copyright © 2024 William P Strucke
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