4



talk to me
even if you have nothing to say.
quietly
I’ll hang upon your every word
‘til it fades
as your voice dies out.
don’t explain;
just always let me figure out.
storytell
nothing better have you ever done.
make it up,
and change it as you move along;
and you fade
as I figure out-
-float away
on the waves of a sea of doubt.

by howard

January 19th, 2003

Posted in poetry




   
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