Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Serene

I think of you, softly,
Now all have left us,
Wishing nothing would ever again,
Come between our awkward hearts,
Lives tapered into inevitable outcomes,
Outstretched, entwined, serendipitous,
With me, still here, forever wondering,
What on earth,
It was all about.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Very nice poem.