H'lo everyone! The holiday was pretty nice -- Connecticut is generally gorgeous at Christmastime. I did miss the net, though. :-) Right now I'm listening to the Sophie B. Hawkins CD my sister got for me, and it got me thinking about an old love. So I wrote a rather mushy poem, which I'll probably decide I hate in three days and erase out of here -- so the only ones likely to have it inflicted on them are those who check in here between now and New Year's. In case you're curious, this was inspired by the same person who inspired Carven Paths and Renewal, which you can find in my moderately recent poems sections.
TO AN OLD LOVER
It seems that you
are still with me.
In the quiet spaces
I dare not dream of you, and yet
you creep within, tenacious.
You look at her with such eyes
as once you looked at me --
see something different, please...
...or my heart will shout
LIAR
though I still my tongue.
She loves you, desperately.
Be joyous; be content, and do not
dream of me.