By Nikki
Date: 30 June 2000

Alone?

gray clouds litter the sky, 
tossed carelessly by an 
unseen force...
soon the setting sun will
set fire to them...
wishing for a hand to wrap
around mine, but reaching
out, none is there
distance,
uncertainty,
fear,
may keep us from touching
but our hearts will always be one.

NL 06/30/00