Thursday, August 27, 2009

Trepidation

each moment
i have
you fill

alone. when
the world
dims,
somehow,
you meet me
still.

for you are
the question
i have when
it's dark,

i whisper
your name
in fear
and
trembling

with tired hands
i can feel you
still
and hear your
soft breath
whimper
my name.