Breaking anyway,
conversation kills me, redolent with your glistening laughter.
I wait for hours but my number is never called,
my regrets never conciliate; I never win.
I said, long ago
"we laugh and wait for trains to pass
as insects crawl and float
on predetermined paths"
I wrote it about nobody
But I meant for you to listen.
Only bastards ask for second chances; only angels listen anyway.

12/17/2006

Author's Note: For someone I miss greatly.

Posted on 12/17/2006
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