my loneliness is based on drowsiness
i sought drowsiness as a refuge from
intense, tumbling thoughts that seemed
only to fall harder as you tried to comfort
all that was, is, could be the anticlimatic
nature of a lost love and the way life seems
to fade in and out when you forget where..
you first saw the last person to touch your
soul with tender hands, tender turns bitter
far more easily than i had thought it might
if i had known i would have matched my line
to the line to the circle of endless will
power that went to your head,
but not mine.