a dream in one act

poems

 

she is Dead

to me
at least

i've watched Her
sit there
legscrossed
fingers typing
eyes watching

watching Everything
but me

to Her
i am just
a friend

to me
in my Dreams
she is more

we play
we dance
we Kiss softly

but She just sits
there, typing

watching
but not Me

She is dead
to me

 

Jan 17, Jan 18, 2001

 

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