Sunday, April 22, 2007



One wan smile
should not be enough
to cure you of your worries.

You were right to say it.
I'm not okay.

I hid in a bathroom stall,
to hide my red eyes.
You waited.

Silent, you walked beside me,
brown eyes searching my downcast face,
seeking blue eyes,
red eyes,
eyes that couldn't meet yours.

Are you okay?
I'm fine.
Are you okay?
I'm fine!
You're not fine.

One wan smile,
and empty words of release.
One lonely walk home.

Are you the gentleman you say you are?
Or aren't you?

You left too early,
And came back too late.
I waited.

Silent, I stood silhouetted in the window,
blue eyes searching the street,
seeking your familiar figure,
coming back to me;
you didn't come in time.

Are you coming back?
Are you coming back?
You're not coming back.

I'm fine!
I'm fine...
I'm fine.