May 8, 2004
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Your Words
Your words float up to greet me in my dreams.
Your words . . .
Your words made me smile.
Your words . . .
Your words sent shivers down my spine.
Your words . . .
Your words sent shock waves rolling through my stomach.
Your words . . .
Your words made me happy.
Your words . . .
Your words cause me pain now.
Your words . . .
Your words bite me now.
Your words . . .
Your words make me cry.
Your words . . .
Your words echo in my brain like stolen secrets.
Your words . . .
Your words make me wonder.
Your words . . .
Your words . . . are they true?
Your words . . . how can I believe them?
Your words . . . I struggle with them.
Your words . . . I wonder.
Your words . . . are you reading mine?
Waiting is the worst, especially if one has nothing to do while waiting.
