By D L
Date: 25 May 2000
Sometimes
Sometimes you do
and I can't stop you
when you smile
I try to hide my tears
am I the last to see the crumbling mountain
or the drying lake?
When you whisper
sometimes I can't bare to listen
because I can still
see the lights outside
calling to me
wanting me to play.
When the moon is full
and my eyes are twinkling
I can't stand the thought
of being awake without you
but that's not how I want it to be
and only I control my heart.
Sometimes you do
and I can only sit and watch
when you sit without saying a word
smoking your cigarette; silently exhaling
as the smoke rises
to fill the room
with a beautiful haze
my eyes are drawn outward
towards the window...
and I dare to glance
but my mind just isn't with ME
and my concentration lags behind
as I fumble through my purse
for a lighter
through papers and coins
and other things that snag me...
waiting for you to stop.
The breeze filters in
and you begin to stare
at me
at my legs
and my figety feet
then I realize
Sometimes you don't...
and you smile.
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