How many times
can you stand at the waters edge
and wait
excited expectation
and be shocked to find silence
or trickles
where there were once waves?..
Homming pigeons
like love
needs a place to land.
How long can you tell yourself
there are cascades
waiting for open arms
when again and again
you are met
with silence..?
This poem is about being demonstratively more in love with a person than they are with you.. Sigh* ![]()














