2006-06-09 - 10:38 a.m.
Tattered slips of paper
-half a dozen yesterdays-
are strewn across the desk.
Ah, the memories of merriment
(mischief, maybe, too?)
Kept because they made me smile.
Here in this wasteland of business casual,
where the carpeted walls hold as much emotion as all the empty P&Q's,
a smile- a real smile-
is sacred.
i couldn't let that go.
But i don't want them anymore.
Their simple joy is gone,
lost to my internal mess.
Complicated.
(i'm so very tired of that word.)
But, even knowing that somewhere far away,
across the miles i've put between us,
Your desk is littered, too,
with the debree of yesterday's smiles.
i don't want them anymore.
Your smile steals my soul.
Every time.
No matter how irrational that sounds.
