tho' sweet, it's an addiction and i can't live without it. your words sent at me with a questionable lilt; and again i fall short of your measure. always, my estimations of value given back with an open face of your incredulity. as my reflections coalesce into ire, i watch the past survive the future. and the same unheard melody-loop is softly playing a winsome tune.
10/25/2005
Love the last two lines, and forgive me for saying this Chaz, but I think they could stand alone as the whole poem, yes, a two line poem, but not a haiku.
