October 20, 2004
Fixed and leaned the checkered doorSadness stung upon his lips
Deepened eyes still searching more
Lined the glass with finger tips
Wasted break within my sight
Though not a body meant to move
Cocked his head for one more light
Firmed digust unfailing proved
And of tears with steady beat
Ragged with an unlocked stare
As though emotion never sweet
A tacit gesture held my glare
Formed and feigned with torpid lock
A face not had me turned away
Though his fist has failed knock
Upon this thread of life I played
Find a day, as he captured still
A motion for this every breath
Traced of fingered window sills
The eyes between us lost and left...