8TH MARCH 1993
In the lonely time
at the end
of good things
in the quiet
my heart resonates
hollowly
and I think of how
you would not
let me go
no easy way out
in your mirrored house
I was confronted
by myself
and the victory
was
bitter.

21ST DECEMBER 1993
There was a time
you were away
there was a hole
in my heart
big as a freeway
You're here
I hear you
in my head
sleeping your sleep
You're here
Why can I hear
the wind
whistling through
my chest?

21ST DECEMBER 1993
who can say what's between you and I
time was when it was
about you driving into me
me sucking you in
time was when it was all laughter
and sweet whispering
time has been and nights have come
of all alone
days have been of crying, screaming
time has been of scars and dying
and it's still here
that thing that
I don't know
the thing between you and I.