Tick---tick---tick----

Lover, I've been patient, I've been kind.

At least, I've tried.

My time without you is empty, empty, empty.

This particular sadness may best be described

with a lemon cake...the sourness of difficult times

conquered by the sweet perfection of your love.

I can't believe how quickly the days go,

and how slowly the hours move.

This day, especially, is like the march to execution,

simply because the heavy cloud of Saturday night

seems too much to bear. I suppose it will be the death

that Sunday brings a resurrection to.

Mind-numbing

It startled me,

when my elbow knocked the hot tea off the nightstand.

These days,

it's hard to focus long enough to get a clear picture.

This underwater dream world holds me tightly,

but my heart isn't in it.

Take my hand, and never let me go.