By d (goddess@gibbed.com)
Date: 18 May 1998

bleak

i can't write 
with you sitting next to me 

the words that want to escape
can't 

with your smiles of delight
at the tournament you're planning
writing that business plan 
writing those words of love 
that aren't to me 
anymore 

i want to write about my past 
because my future with you
seems so bleak