"Someone told me about you," she said.
"Oh? What was it?" replied I.
"Nothing much."
"Well, I can't say much about 'nothing'... so spare me---"
Someone spoke of you in whispers
repeats of last night's fight
i slump down exhausted
----from doing nothing all day
cry, cry, cry, cry
i cradle myself in endless sobs
sickness driving me lifeless
lying limp i'm only a doll
a sad eyed doll
eyes that cannot close
Yet someone spoke of you
and i settled my bruised heart
reciting well known phrases in litany
(sigh) forgiveness, forgiveness, forgiveness
i'll let the wind send my invitation
so come as you may
i'll become as the frost and wait
dreaming as ceaseless as the winter
with frosted eyes forever closed
© 1998
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