Eating Sylvia

and so you wonder is
she really worth
all the trouble - I

will walk ahead
for now
along the fence

between you
and your reality

don't judge me for
who you are
I am only me alone

her words lie
cold upon the shelf

but are they still
the living touchstones
between her and you

your mind swim
within you

hers is
lost forever

walk silent now
she lies cold
in the grave

you can own my
possessions even
my words

but you can
never own
my mind

hello Sylvia
how are you
all these years

are you speaking
to me at the
crosshairs of words
between our minds

Roiling — Boiling
is the mind Seething
from within

Words in Wordless Wonder

throw away the worry
to be misunderstood
I am me

this is not over
will it ever be

good night Sylvia