what else can i write about?
have i not wrung my head enough
to pen lines that are finally blessed by your eager eyes?
have i not wrenched my heart too full
that each crease may leave less room for future affections?

yes, let me write about those times
when you and i are crossing paths, ignore each other
as if nothing ever came between us;
oh yes,
let me write of those moments when you came so near
that i fear you might hear my heart rejoicing.
or about those moments when we stood face to face
holding back reluctant lips that refuse to speak;
...
if a stranger happens to see use both in this futile situation
will he not sense our despair,
or tell from our furrowed brows and cold indifference
that we're neither friends nor strangers.