By wistful Date: 2001 Jul 27 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.27.03.28.17027]] |
Undone. What have I left undone? My bed My bills A thousand little things to be cleaned or put away A hundred conversations that we will never say Dozens of confessions to ease my troubled soul Saying that I love you, that you make me whole For fear that you will run I am undone. |