Waiting

August 20-23, 1996 – B

Smoke clears

As summer’s wind bids farewell

Yet I am stranded in yesterday

Not daring to let go of a love

You have deemed me unworthy of

Black is the color of night, I am shown

As darkness embraces a yearning

A face owned by that thief Past is missed

And your voice still rings in my ears -

It is as deafening as your silence

In my loneliness, I crave pain

The bleakness of waiting seduces

A skin numbed by the absence of touch

Hands caressing hands caressing bodies

Are but images in dreams.