Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 30, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

1-30-03 thursday 9:30pm brick NJ

the world waits while this life debates whether or not. time makes passages through this heart as is questions my faith. but i don't have an answer.

if you're gone, so be it. i can't recall when you weren't. if we're just the two of us then there is no doubt why we couldn't. why we wouldn't. even if we could one or both of us would refuse.

eyes lost in a memory they can't pass. one more kiss couldn't make things worse or better, but it could change everything we are. all the demons i've slain to get here don't stay dead. their ghosts still walk this graveyard. the scabs have formed but this heart has not mended. one wrong move and it will bleed again. touch it too sharp and it all those wounds will surely break open.

don't really know you. not sure that i ought to. the term friend being as relative as it is leaves so much room for interpreatation. leaves way too much space for wreckage to start its cycle again.

if i hold you in my heart will you feel it when? if i love you from this distance will it mean anything at all when we both sit so humbly in our solitude. i reach out for the edge of existence, but the cliff won't take me down. i look down into the depths of a life i've never wanted. and it's all but empty. all but empty except.

i don't want to wait until all my waiting has left me. but i wait still as sure as the tide will for the moon to move it. move me again. that's all i'm asking.