no paper, ink or words
staring into space
mind MLS'd as vacant
echoes so displaced
thinking would be something
i might try to do
but lately all my thoughts
have left in thrall of you
i could ramble on some more
rationalizing all the what fors
reason and fables are our folk lore
read between the lines, intellectually yours
no wonder, dreams or trust
startled into place
vapid zones of restlessness
envisioning your face
thinking would be something
i should learn to do
wishing seems more likely
wells of wanting you
i could ramble on some more
rationalizing all the what fors
reason and fables are our folk lore
read between the lines, intellectually yours
thinking would be something
all those thoughts of you
kept at bay by realities
like distance and the truth
i could ramble on some more
still, forever, yours
