...and counting...

12/26/2002

 
Punctuality
from 9/22/'02

The awkward silence
asks questions
I'm not prepared to answer
The exclamation marks
this dreadful lack of sparks
and I see the ellipses
of the ever growing distance
I hope you'll miss us
and in parentheses
I see how you feel for me
but I can't read
There's no end of sentence
There's never a period
of no question marks
We've long since pulled to a stop
but I still see the sparks.