what she doesn't see anymore is the shadow, what I cannot be I will not fathom, who she cannot love anymore is the clincher, by me the bait in the snare; of Loves' pinchers, who she cannot kiss anymore without regret, time holds still past memories forget, the shadow that jumps to her conscious mind, the hours and the nights, of all these times, who she cannot love anymore and still depart, as the breech grows wider, the shadow inhabits my heart...... by joshua farmer 5-4-99 dedicated to jessica taylor 2:10 am