lousy smarch weather

catefrances

on the tip of my out stretched fingers
that is where you dangle
in the depths of my crowded mind
that is where you linger
i close my eyes to sleep
but when i wake youre there
i think of all the countless times that i moved on
only to have you reappear
i hate to feel so weak
but then i stop and think
i must be strong if
im still here and youre not
and so ill let the thoughts play out
until the ache dissipates
and know that all i did was true
and never once did my heartstep falter.

the wolf

I like this a lot.

very good.

eyedclaar

Love it, but you had me at the title. I say that all month long this time of year. Nice reference.