your face was a child's swathed in dreams,
and I banished the shyness of the waking world
to watch you sleep.

you'll never know this, but I tasted the truth
in the space between the mask of daylight
and the depths of oblivion
before the cracks were visible.

you asked politely for entrance to my world,
but you forgot to read the pages,
and I knew I would be left
with the ashes of pain and regret,
helpless to stop your descent.

Sandy S. (July 25, 2003, 12:38 AM)