Haunted by nightly dreams
Involving various disturbing scenarios:
Cancer. Death.
And a very embarrassing public nudity.

In wake,
And times between studying,
And staring at a redundant professor with my lower lip dangling slightly,
I find myself attempting to incite conversations from the dog,
Which turn into soliloquys in a high-pitched voice.

I am restless.
And it's not for lacking things to do,
I have plenty I should be doing.
Four hundred tasks that mostly involve reading dull textbooks
And memorizing what I can decipher.

So in this way,
Time passes.
And it will continue to pass
Until I see him again,
The one I've known longer than anyone
And will love for the rest of my life.

02/16/2005

Posted on 02/17/2005
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