san diego, ca.
O.K. Here it is. It ain't much, but here it is. I hope you don't mind camp and cheese with your depression. I don't do full depression without a little camp and cheese. My heart is just not into depression right now.
Dark, twisted strands of long distance wind,
A signal of
My loneliness without you,
A calling into that silent night,
With no answer in return.
I must pretend you are by my side,
Knowing deep down,
Our distance will never be bridged,
Like a long plunge into cold oblivion,
Never to be greeted by the warmth of you.
Like the blackest of churned up seas,
An unwelcome thought springs from below,
That we shall never, ever meet,
My fair, invisible honey.
I am versed in free style alone,
To this empty day.
Yet I beg of you, Fate,
Make me free no more,
If only for the sake of me and mine, to be together,
(You know how much I really do miss you, and want to meet you. Please don't take this one to heart. I hope you can find a little humor in our long distance loneliness. I have to. See you soon, darling.)
[This message has been edited by johnt300 (edited 09-25-1999).]