when one drops the ball and it rolls out of range
does the other continue to wait by the sideline?
eager anticipation all drained
as the minutes slither by ...

this sadness creeps closer and begins to splash
a quiet shade of grimy gray
over all those tiny, little smiles
where my heart used to feel
beating steady, maybe not
wondering
contemplating
the questions scramble and tumble
nonsense tries it's clever little game ...

if I loved you, wouldn't I make every effort
sail any ocean
swim across seas, regardless
knowing you'd be there

or would I casually pass by
without a whisper or prayer
and leave you gasping, choking
suck out the air
of something that felt like 'what just happened here?'

11/20/2007

Posted on 11/20/2007
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