lingering in the doorways of my memory
Sunday, September 11, 2005
the cold gale of artificial frost
a chilly premonition
of what was about to happen
my fingers are crossedwhite flourescent lights
alternate with clear glass panes
pound harshly on my face
the heartache just drainsi walk down in fear
the scenery never changes
down the corridor reeking for strangeness
the end is neara bright blinding light
the frostiness of it nips
i wish my heart had lips
so it would have to say how it feltyou see my approach
and start to move away
from them, matching my gaze
a million words flew between usyour smile greeted me
the silence was broken
yet what mattered went unspoken
perhaps there wasn't anything to saythen it hit me
this wasn't goodbye
you had never been mine
you never let me inAs you walked away
into eternity and space
i prayed you'd take away any trace
did you have to let it linger?
this girl sleeps with butterflies