Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 21, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

1-21-03 tuesday 9pm brick NJ

empty sentiments are all
there is left now that
we've given up on the rest;

you give your dollars and cents
so readily, but those are the gifts
that even when you take them,
take more away than they ever give.

i'm gone, that is if
i ever was here,
the layers separte slowly
like rubber cement breaking away;
it's a strong bond, but even the strongest
can be broken,
time has her ways,
life has its reasons
for igniting these changes;

i may never know them,
and i know i'll never understand,
but it isn't hard to see them when
they fill up your world,
it's kinda hard to disregard them
when every second swells up
with their bloated and empty
promises.

if i had just one last line
i wonder what could i write
to capture all that has been and
hasn't, but perhaps should've;
if the wick was on its last threads
and the flame was seconds from dead
i wonder what could i say
to you in that final moment
to carry with us for the
rest of the long lonely trek;

just hello, just goodbye i suppose
and i hope that what lay inbetween
will suffice for whatever the beginning
and the end could not be.