Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 26, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

2-26-03 wednesday 8:47pm brick NJ

i can't amuse myself and i can't ask you to. can't wait for the winter to let me play again. can't wait for tomorrow to deliver on promises she never meant.

listen like you wrote it. listen like you can sing it. even if i can't sing it aloud, the song's always played in my heart. even if my voice sounds different. it my heart it's the same.

candles untended. flames not lit anew. they could've been, but we don't spark like we used to. we don't even try anymore.

if i knew you then i'd tell you just what we should do. if i did. but i just never have. so i just question myself until the questions refuse. but it doesn't take long to find a reason. and answers aren't that mysterious. knowing is just the beginning. it's everything that follows that makes you wish you never did.

it could be hello. it could be so long. could either of us discern? it could be a year ago or several yet to come. how would we know it. people don't change. so why should either of us. people, they don't change. and i know that we can't. but circumstance does. i wonder. what will it do to us. people don't change, but life does. i wonder what will it do to us.