In 3, 2, 1

August 23, 2008

It nags at you like a broken nail
even after you file the rough edges away.

go ahead and laugh
but it speaks to you, certainly it does

these experiences we have-the sharing of laughter
the sympathy, the tears, the tugging of desire

you know you want to, you just never say so

It’s the missing punchline to the joke
you stopped telling midsentence

this is, again, like the missing man formation

This is you missing me missing you.

This is the realization
this is where unknowing crosses knowledge

this is where the story ends