Eight Months Later

Eight Months Later



This would be easier if we were friends;

I wouldn't have to fight your absence,

only have to resist touching you -



I lay in my silent bed

curled up around a pillow -

a child missing some one -



I should get up start the day;

the room is silent too,

the world is silent and waiting -



Why can't we be friends?

I want to be friends

or at least appear to be.



Ariel

Nov 1 2013