| P.S. I Miss You. 2.15.01 Words were so simple for so long. What happened? Where did my reason leave off and my emotions seep in? Me, your sister-love (that fraternal adoration in you!) Waiting in silence so loud I could hear it wrapped in white twine and sad roses So far away... I couldn't have made it simple, heaven forbid. I gave my heart's blood to one whose face is a stranger whose touch is alien to my skin whose eyes... those eyes... Tack down my flighty soul and hold it together (clumsily sewn, loving stitches) Knowing someday the skies would be ours... if we could wade through the sinking sand and find that fragile paper door that led to the kingdom that scorns distance and belief... |