catch up
originally written 03.31.03

the last time we talked
you could barely speak.
strep throat made your voice weak.
we barely spoke before then,
i could barely call you friend.
the end was years ago,
several million tears ago.
drove me insane driving
you insane, striving to
end a game. but now,
again, nostalgia takes me over,
maybe it lures over your shoulder
too...something could brew...
maybe not...but just a thought:
chance meetings are becoming
our creations, perhaps to be a
recreation to be repeated
on a weekly basis to keep
ourselves away from homeostasis...
a life of un-needed complacency...
but where's my decency?
am i just a lecherous leech...
your trust i could breach.
am i thinking to far ahead,
or thinking just right?
when you're in my sight
evening becomes bright...
like it did several years ago,
like it did several tears ago.
how've you been all this time?