Expecting a Little Too Much From the Wounded

Rette Mich
...written on 2006-10-19, @ 11:05 a.m.

I'm here all the time

Memory Road was a Dead End

Watch the leaves change
Notice the difference every day.
I shiver in the pouring rain...

It could be colder.
It could be snow.

My hair twists together--
Entangled with pretty drops of crystal clear disappointments...

One thought consumes my silence:
I am alone here.

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Ophelia's Got Nothing on Me

A year goes by.
They say nothing changes...
They blatantly lie.

Suppose I never return?
You'll still have those ripples I left in your sea.

Something is drawing me towards the shore...