losing isobel
delighted,
isobel skipped round the words
only to find him slowly fading away.
she waited.
she lost the time.
she lost herself.
and herself and herself.
still,
she skipped round the words
in anticipation of hurt.
out of sight,
out of sound.
*i am needing this as i have anticipated.
reader k | 10/13/2005 01:07:00 AM |
