why do the right words
fall from the wrong finger tips
a denver moment of "is it love"
an odd understanding that passes
through time and space as if we
really had time to learn of each
in this life of war and tiles i pause
to think. if i would even turn your
head if i passed. i ponder if i stood
by your side: if we would ever live
the life we now lead in side a box
so small we are barely known real
