Monday, December 04, 2006 

And All The Poems I Never Wrote

All the doubts I never bared
All the fears I never shared
All the works I’d never quote
And all the poems I never wrote.

All the stories that remain untold.
The narrative that is yet to unfold.
Your past and present, all that is hidden.
A half-portrait Serendipity drew unbidden.

Wondrous threads of conversations, this tapestry of our making;
from the start, we only wove this tableau of inevitable parting.

7:47 PM | |