Saturday, August 19, 2006

left

I was just thinking of you
when you came to the door,
stood there a while
but didn't knock.

you left.

right there is
where I bought those roses
and made believe that you gave them to me,
how sad, how sad was I?

waiting is left,
in the shade, in the heat
or autumn months or winter.
it doesn't matter when
you're waiting
time is all the same.