By AML <hello739@msn.com>
Date: 14 February 2000

tiny tiny string

I never really knew you had me
I thought our correspondence was 
us being too weak to let go completely
am I drawn to you now because I cannot have you?
do I wake, reach over for you out of habit or
is it fear of being so alone?
I used to sleep soundly when I knew you were coming home
and now you torture me endlessly
you are like a tickle in the back of my throat 
I cannot reach you but you are definitely there
a tiny tiny transparent string 
I am dangling from you 
hopelessly twisting and turning and I cannot stop 
spinning
this tiny tiny string, my silken disillusionment
faint but there always

14, Feb. 2000