I dreamt that you said,
"Love is dead."
In my dream I was afraid that
no longer was your figure,

there beside me. Nothing.
Nothing but the air that lingers
after you've left. Everything
colored with stale pain. With my fingers,

I raise my sobering wrist, with a blade,
I suffer in the silence of your disappearence.
With the foil, I laid
my lifeless blood. I rinse

my soul with its beautiful bright sadness.
Me, awake as nightmare become reality
beautiful memories slicing away the dullness.
Imagining your smile, as surreality

slowly washed away your natural curves.
Around the corner I wept,
and straight ahead I carved
a path as I kept

my tired soul on the road.
Missed you.
Wanting a feeling you cannot ever comprehend.

4-18-1998 23:20 flight 651 MSP to LAX All material Copyright 1998 Ed H. Chi