Her feeling, his mind.
Their hearts, not lost in kind.
Is he different?
Is he different?
Has he changed in such visible pain?
Sorrow gone past.
What is now should not be lost.
Did it mean a dead to end?
Does he think about it
Or does he just live
Because he knows that?
To be human, to think.
Cogent yet stoic
In a world
Filled with countless mistakes
And countless retakes
Of our hearts
And that stillness
That makes me
Want to vomit
And fall asleep.
March 30, 1999