I have not heard from you and
I wait and
today I wake early.
The sun peaking through the blinds
lights on my telephone and
says, \"you have not called.\"
The telephone sits and I know
\"Your turn or mine?\"
\"I think you went last time, I\'ll go.\"
He slips from the bed and pads into the kitchen. The blinds are up but he doesn\'t move to shut them: it\'s late and dark,
Era o vreme.
Atunci, cand auzeam
acel ciocanit
in notificarea mea de Mirc
indicand ca cineva
ar fi putut fi tu.
Inima mea inceta sa mai bata
Insa acum
din cauza \"circumstantelor\"
Did Our Best Moments last-
\'Twould supersede the Heaven-
A few-and they by Risk-procure-
So this Sort-are not given-
Except as stimulants-in
Cases of Despair-
Or Stupor-The Reserve-
These
In India
The fakirs
Are able to lie
On a bed of nails
Without blood
Or pierced flesh
The problem is
I have had one faker
Too many
Invite me to their beds
Where they
Are able to lie
And
It used to be
That every time I heard
That little \"knocking\" signal
On my Mirc notify
Indicating that someone
Had just come online
My heart would skip a beat
Because it might be you
But for
I won\'t ask
that you promise
anything.
Your voice
on the phone
captures me
nails me
enthralls me.
I could be
so happy
if I could hold you
and feel you fit
against me
where my
To finally know
how little I meant to you
to know the choice was made
before I began my plea
to understand that there was never
a chance
that
is the final hammer strike.
Words
you think I
It really is a matter of perspective.
The morning air is still dim and cool
the birds I can hear
almost seem to be whispering about something
that has yet to happen, and if it does
they will
