sympathy,
my love,
and five favourite words.
what are yours?
i try to sum you up
and come to nothing but loose
ends,
and smiles.
if i could, you would be my
number one word.
but
all of these moments hang on fine,
silvered threads,
delicious to me,
and fearful,
and winding a treacherous
web.
but
there's a hole in me;
i'm sure you fill it.
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Written May 20th, 2005
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The piece weaves a fine web of emotion. The imagery & word choice are superb. Well done!!

