For Weeks
I've been inflating balloons of hope
knowing the daily prick was inevitable.
Desperate searches for you script
turned up nothing but bills and junk.

Tonight
Our candle is burning
painting my bedroom walls
waltzing with White Flame.

I hudle under a blanket knit in my name
and search
for perfect moment mental snapshot -

Lounging on freshly sprung grass
your strap cascades carelessly
as I learn to loose my insecurity
with help from duck pond ripples
candy coated sunset.

Touch it.
Hold it.
Freeze it.
Squeeze it.

And it's lost again.

I finally realize my sin.
I never apologized selflessly.
I never forgave out of love.

So tonight I pray my first prayer
for your health and your happiness
as I count my overshadowed blessings.

03/12/2003

Posted on 03/28/2003
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