By rduck@thegrid.net
Date: 2 May 1998

Grace

I cant stay away.
When I open my eyes
in night.. in day...
What of me?  Nothing cries!
A lovely way,
or a lonley sigh?

In responce to you,
I only think of you.
But reaching out,
I find you drifting..
Your a dying ember,
and I am cold.