These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

Early Summer.

remembering being told that he is leaving within the month...

My heart is leaden
Stiff from drying isolation.
Parched earth
Seeking for a spell of rain;
For an answer that wouldn't come.

My heart is cracked from desolation
Yet heavy with salty
And  ncondensed water drops
Which may fall

(Ruminations #3)7th March 2002
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