like the greyness of winter
passes each day
quickly,
gently,
simply,
plainly.
this lack of emotion
pulls me
to an extreme
(supposing that's emotion)
the days pass quickly
but these months
in their entirety
drag.
expectations fall blankly
on cold floors
and then suddenly... melt
a year later.
you will carry with you your plans
and they will try and carry you
and you will put your hope in this
and something will slip in gently
and suggest a small compromise
and it will scare you
exactly what will open eyes to realize
life is not stages
it is people, and faces, and.....it is one
it is not divided!
so, do not say...
tomorrow we'll be gone and so
we cannot waste our breath
speaking to someone we may not see again
know this: it is
worth every word
and nothing is wasted
your world will be changed
when you remember living
and forget its almost over. | 
