feels like perfect timing
by Charlie Morgan
i'm awaiting the perfect time
to ask you something that only
you can answer.
when you stopped making-up
my side of the bed,
was it forever?
it's starting to look like it.
yesterday, it was undone,
and likewise the days before.
my endeavor is on a confusion boat.
you want me to hang around or what?
your command is my every wish.
03/09/2005