Old Stuff

11/19/2007
Mess
I think it's quite clear
though I choose to deny it.
As we sit across the table in seperate towns
that it was a beautiful mistake;
highlighted with serene moments of
false destiny, maybe only for fate's sake.
Slipping into surrender held me up for a while.
But you never caved, never.

Old
He comes and goes between thoughts, never central,
until he topples another tower;
by mistake of course, then he is all i see,
with an insincere smile and apology.
Motives were always written across his face
and I almost felt sympathy for that.
He mouths memories and feelings
that i will never hold again; baiting me.
Towers are rebuilt and he slinks between,
waiting for the right weakness, coming shortly ... (sigh.)