wasting paper, wasting time: meaningless lines

30 October 2008

if i told you i loved you,
would it matter?
if i told you i missed you,
would you care?
if i left for another,
would it sting you?

lost in raindrops,
windblown and cold:
this hole deepens.
spending each day
sitting- on steps
you stood before,
watching waves crash-
on rocks anchored
to the ground;
captive to the moment.

you are not the right one for me-
and it turns my stomach.


31 October 2008

lips move,
muttering meaningless sounds
that fall short
on ears
anxious to
be given something solid,
a anchor is nothing
without a ship for a line.