lundi, d├ęcembre 27, 2004

Reasons to Write

I can't think of many
only twelve
or maybe a dozen
or so
they all end in words
like "damn"
or "shit"
and a helpless sigh
and a crumpled kleenex
and useless hands
on useless legs
sitting in a chair
that won't move
from the center of my thoughts
where I spent hours with you