Saturday, July 28, 2012

The Poem

The Poem
an ode to you
has not been written yet
it has to wait
until I can get it all
out of my system
until then
I've written of your skin,
my love for you
I'm waiting for the cure
to say the rest
like kicking a habit
it takes time
You were always
concerned with material things
objects without life
as if that had anything to do with love...
Like so many things
you only wanted to be told
how great you were
not how real you were
to me...
you're real no more