Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 13, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

2-13-02 thursday 10:18pm brick NJ

it's a dot over your eye,
just a last thought captured by
the winds of persistance;

all good, all worthwhile -
every moment, every single
solitary sentence that we'll
never have again;

but you don't know me
and i don't know you;
the worlds that separate us
are better left for explorers
and astronauts;

you never thought you could know
a ghost, but you were wrong,
because that's what i was when i met you
and that is what i have stayed;
that is the place we dared to touch
and the place where we conceded
what we sought was so much larger
than these pockets we tried to use
to take it away with us;

if i'm gone it's only because
i've never really been,
if i lose heart it's just because
i never really had it;

call a rose a rose
and call a shadow dark,
i can make the words rhyme,
but i can't make them
more than they are.