Human Drought

Somehow you stole this smile away,
faster than the droughts of the rain,
I should have seen it coming,
nothing ever works without pain.

Hoping that this time,
the rains might stay till harvest,
my hope was misplaced in you,
why,
how,
could you.

I’ll be fine,
for you I worry,
don’t forget me.

1/30/03

I honestly don’t remember who I wrote that for, it was way back in January and I found it in my room at home before I came here so I decided to put it up. It’s a beautiful day out so I might go outside and write for a while, I’m not sure yet.

Take Care and God Bless,
~paul