Monday, May 09, 2005

And in the end I loved him
Like I never could or should,
Unconditionally, fatuously
He got me through the rough
Just after Stevie Ray died
And yet through not enough,
I needed more. I have more
Now and yet, now I reside
In the white space forming
Where I can see my heart
Aflutter denying nothing
But enjoying all she can.