Snapped, like a memory crashing back The room is half-full with your prescence absent Never to return again to the seat beside me Where you used to make your niche Wisecracks audible into my left eat I remember the first words I ever caught flowing from your mouth Such a deep voice for such a small boy with such a large imagination And a large. . . lollipop, as I have fantasized Your hair shades of blue or red Spiked or smooth, they set the room afire It seemed that all eyes had to be focused on you But now I realize this is was just my own glazed-over pair Stuch on you because of the silly butterflies in my stomach And a swelling of my heart each time you came within my line of vision But as I look over there now My smile fades And tears slowly trickle from my left ventricle, down my aorta, settling in my liver What used to exist is no longer in my life Like the bright red balloon, he flaots away, always just beyond my reach Upon his old desk lays a broken pencil No one knows who put it there Whoever they were, surely it was meant to cause me some pain There is too much symbolism now to not drive my mind wild with want Wanting him to be here Wanting to hold him Wanting to feel his lips upon mine, just once, as I've envisioned several times before Even is he were here, the odds of us together are not likely For I am a lowly human to stay upon the ground And he is a lost shooting star, aimlessly darting about the sky Never to rest or find decent love Never to be with me ever again
4/25/02
