The Rubble

Could it but be?
That a feeling that began
like a burst of light
has now burnt up the inside of me……….

There is nothing left
no charred remains
to be picked up and identified
no spoils
no smoke

No trace of what
used to be..........

Just an empty
hollow
me.

Faye
19/10/04

Under the evening sky
I sit
Waiting for stars, you cannot see.
And twilight holds me in his arms
For just a while
And night sweeps over
All that is good……….And bad
And hides them under heavy darkness.
And I rest my head against the wall
Miss your shoulder
Your heart
Your smile.
And in the darkness I fall
Asleep
Alone.



Faye
11/10/04