Saturday, March 8, 2008

Welcome To The New Year

She never knew what i meant by that.
counting my swear words,
choosing them wisely.
What eyes to rest on the air behind my head
I am not hear
and i'm certain that my articulation never
made it to the scene either.
what i wanted to say she never heard
and what she listened for were words i never spoke.
She'll never know...
We lay there on the ice,
and i must have whispered i love you a thousand times,
but with each breath the wind carried my whispers to the stars
which, i guess, in any case was true.
I've always had a deep fascination with stars....
I've always had a deep frustration with love.
My face froze that night.
I hope she didn't see me cry,
I hope she never sees me cry.