vain as i was i confess i am in a mess my spirits shaken restless emptied
everything along the way as meaningless as the end
to spend this time alone.
to have such solitude, such zen in the nothingness, the iterances as endless as
the bitter become bereaved
the best become beloved
belated we waste our time worrying which one we'll be.
be free.
sick and tired of trying, aren't you
rather waste it wondering won't you?
haven't had enough of hazy greys?
so you say
let alone I stand I wanting
zipper down, failing, knees weak
all that stands between us but a smile.
i noticed, your reply was no denial.