the sound of your footsteps toward me now seems a fad
like when your heart beats my name on the other side of the bed
back when i realized things're bound to stay the same, i expected nothing
but the soft whisper on my ear of "i'm leaving"
a million words failed to perform their tasks
a soul of faith that i know would no longer last
when she won't quit on the distractions, never intended to
would it still be smart to recommence what i used to do?
who's numb?
who's fine?
who's wrong?
who's blind?
i hate this
it won't cease
2007.09.07_3
