Your efforts though honerable
Are deemed futile in the end
Because I want more then
A reminder of what you look like
A song though beautiful
Will soon be forgotten
For I'm sodden with a empty heart
That desires your presence
And until you're willing to risk
It all thus overcoming your fear
Of the unknown--It's all window dressing
The iceberg that hides below the surface
I'm waiting, but only so long
The prosecution rests...

It's gonna take a hell of a lot
Besides hollow promises
And fanciful intentions
To win me over
I'm in this for the long haul
So prepare your best defense
The jury deliberates over
Arguments and evidence
That didn't have to be presented
If you didn't disappear
In the first place...

P-May 18, 2008.