January 16, 2004


the water's dammed
tears fade away
accepting sharp truth
is no easier today

we look for orange
among blue and gray
but finding you
is no easier today

your laughter sounds distant
a phantom's melody
and breakdancing in line's
a fleeting memory

laughing 'round a table
our private symphony
sam's present on two glasses
a fleeting memory

no bright converse shoes
or vests worn all the time
and Strongbad's not as fun
unless you quote his every line

maybe sometime we'll stop looking
for your face in the crowd

Posted by Key at January 16, 2004 02:42 PM