One Night At A Time
ANOTHER DAY HAS PASSED
AND SOMTHING DRAWS ME
BACK TO STREAM.....
THE GRASS IS WORN
WHERE SHE SAT,
AND THE FAINT ODOR
OF HER PERFUME FILLS THE AIR,
AND MINGLES WITH THE AROMA OF SPRING....
I SEE BROKEN FLOWER PETALS
IN THE GRASS.....
METICULOUSLY
I PICK THEM UP
AND TOSS THEM INTO THE STREAM,
AND WATCH AS THEY DISAPPEAR
ONE BY ONE.....
i FEEL HER PRESENCE,
AND i SENSE LONELINESS.
IS IT I?, ...
OR DID SHE LEAVE ME A SIGN?....
BOTH, I SUSPECT
Jacie 12/2001