i.

Dreams grow emptier,
night by night

And my eyes rid themselves
of past apparitions
My heart controls its beat
refusing premonitions

ii.

Pictures hold less meaning
they turn to ash in my hand

Time made it demeaning
remembering when it was
once demand

iii.

Tears stopped falling
My hands stopped shaking

Tongues stopped tripping
Our hearts--stopped breaking.

Melissa V.
1-21-08