Wednesday, 22 March 2006


We sit here together,

Eye to eye.

Table square,

Legs four.

You say you love me

And my heart is yours,

Yet words seem to fail us

And now this silence gnaws.

Why is it so hard?

In this case so cold.

Emptiness looking for something

To fill the hole.

Open your mouth.

Let words speak.

I tend to preach

And now words fail me in speech.

Table square,

Legs four.

The distance is painful,

But the pain is not yours.

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