pane by Angela Thomas i don't know if he understands quite what goes on inside of me when he's next to me. it's been two years since i've seen him, and yet it seems like no time has passed. yes. yes. yes. i want to scream the words a thousand times. and then i remember the end. feeling like life was over. hope had dried up and the well had gone dry. i poured my heart into his cup and he drank greedily, spilling out what he didn't want. walking away. he admitted it all tonight. closure. and a window. a crack in a window that had long since been shuttered to the elements. to letting anything in. 11/18/2014 Posted on 11/19/2014 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Rob Littler on 11/20/14 at 04:05 PM I leave my storm windows on all summer...and I too marvel at the depth of filling I can do when there is even the smallest cup wanting water. But we do our own drilling now, don't we. Thanks for your write! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)