Poem of the Day: Monday Morning
Blue like your eyes - sad like the Saints
It comes & you go taking your scent, shoes,
and my heart
3 days or 3 months, time's never enough.
There's always more music, more lovin' more
I find the bed empty and so is my soul
memories of you all that holds me together
desperation, obsession, love - who knows?
All I know is I need you. And won't
do without any longer
I have seen good and can no longer
J. Eutaw Sharpton Dec. 15, 2003