Sunday, March 9, 2008


Though empty tomorrows can hold an uncertain promise our story had been told We said our goodbyes wearing warm feelings and smiles but inside our hearts had run cold Against all odds I never saw you again except for once But as tall shadows hid me I just sat there silently watching you enjoy a hearty lunch You looked so good better than I remembered in the warm shine of that midday sun and I didn't want you to see what ... entire poem