By paul wisham (pawishman@earthlink.net)
Date: 29 April 2000
confused pictures,and letters dropped.
I asked for her to go ahead,to send me the letter.
last week had lasted too long.This week,way too fast.
Feeling our age touch-down,rooting a home within me.
And her letter has yet to arrive.
You see,sometimes the not knowing gets to me the most.
Lyla knows the pain,and she seems to withold the rest of those good-things that had existed between us. I miss her still...
I'll ask for her to write again,but Im no longer waiting with baited breath.
The weeks pass,one into another-and I'd love to leave the memory of her back in the closet..in last week.But we have friends you see,and being mutual to us both,they tend to leave old pictures of you with each new week that tumbles through the door.
Everything else feels of a grey unknowable truth,and I'll keep asking for the key that'll open old secrets to a once stronger me-myself...I hope she writes again.
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