By Nikki
Date: 13 June 2000

Another Untitled

I spend the day 
trying to find endless
'busy work' to keep me
from thinking of you.

Flashes of memory
burn like coals
in my head, taunting
me with an almost
promise of happily ever after.

The hours before bed
loom ahead of me,
rubbing salt in a wound
that is not quite there yet.

But it's coming...

I wait on edge,
listening for a phone
that I know won't ring,
waiting for an e-mail
that I know won't come.

I feel you slipping
away, and wonder
that my love is not
strong enough to 
hold you to me.

I watch those bright moments 
of love begin to fade,
     rather quickly.
I curse 3,000 miles,
and laugh harshly through
my tears as I realize that
the man in my closet
has won again.

NL 6/12/00