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By muryan Date: 2002 Aug 07 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.07.17.15.24582]] |
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His hair is cut shorter No longer to his shoulders But now to just his ears. His eyes though still that greeny-brown Have a sadness within them That would have mirrored mine. I can feel his unspoken questions His need to tell me something I know all of this, because I've felt it myself. But we sit, on opposite sides of the room Maybe six feet away from each other Watching Dogma. A couple months ago I might have prompted the flow of words I would have said I felt the same. But now we are friends, in my heart and mind And he is left with the feeling Of unspoken words, and uneasy heart. And he still has his girlfriend Instead of the guts To leave her behind. |