By venimeux (deen_maartin@hotmail.com)
Date: 26 March 1999

You

Come here, sit close.
we haven't spoken in a while.
i've been missing your voice and your little Kool-Aid smile
Your golden hair, 
Half-lidded eyes and little white lies.

You with the lips that i ache to kiss
You'd laugh if i said just how much i miss
     You.

What about the things you said the other day?
You said it wouldn't fall apart this way.

please sit here and tell me why.