I dug out another little bit of poetry from the old floppy I'd found and decided to treat you of this gem I came up with when I took my first steps of taking writing more seriously. Without further ado, here it is. From early September 2002.
--Untitled--
(For Mike)
This Poem Begins With You
And Ends Without You
This Poem Begins In The Lobby Of A Hotel.
Actually, It Began Right Here.
But I Liked That Line.
You Were There, Talking To Your Sister,
About me,
Sending out Signals Of Interest.
Now You Are Gone.
And I Am Here,
Talking To Your Sister,
About You.
And About sending out Letters.
That Are No Interest To You.
