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originally written 08.20.02

am i the ink from
which your pen spills?
i read these words
and i cannot help
but wonder if i
am the inspiration
behind the verbs,
adjectives, and nouns
so beautifully composed
before my eyes.
is think pure wonderment,
or is it really hoping
and longing? oh how
i longed for you
when the leaves last
turned, only to
find you in someone
elses's arms...the
pain of unrequited love
struck me like a
bell...unknowing of
what you could
request of me. now
the bell resonates as
the leaves once again
prepare to descend.