Again

I turn twilight

As a heavy veil of insecurity

Is cast over my eyes

Helplessness binds my hands

To feel something that is

Supposed

The Left Over Date

She notices her answer machine blinking

She says to herself: "It can't be him calling"

Then a sympathic

Wow! How could this be?

Did I actually believe that there could again be a you and me.

It's only a week and it seems as we

I went outside to watch the rain.

There was a cold comfort in its' bleakness.

All around me, signs of Fall

Tress with no leaves,