I know not what smothers your flame
But how my shadow shivers behind it all.
And now I, with this armful of Cupid's arrows
Have nowhere to point them
And feel my own self fading, humbled.
Listen...can you hear that screaming silence?
It is the sound of my heart breaking
And...can you feel that stinging numbness?
It is the absence of your touch.
January 1996
