Sir

11-15-09 10:47 PM

You've got your reasons,
Dear Sir,
whether shared or non.
You've got your silence,
Dear Sir,
and I've got mine.

 

You've got your eyes,
glancing toward me.
Like a child,
I long to desire.

 

But my friend,
My dear Sir,
doesn't it seem futile?
We've been spinning in circles,
and I've seem to fallen.

 

But fallen I have,
face-first with the idea.
And only the idea,
and nothing more.

 

To you I give my regrets,
Dear sir.