THE SIX INCH VALLEY
Standing here
limp
& hard all the same...
I know I can't call...
I can't say his name...
I can't express
the pain
that still lingers...
I can't confess
except
through my fingers...
I can't relate what on
that night still haunts me...
He cut so deep -
Haunts me in sleep -
Wanting him still -
I hope he still wants me.
But he needs to know
who he is & why...
He needs his answers
& so said goodbye...
I know I should speak -
should write
but I'm broken...
That night
taints the light
with the words that were spoken...
And now all I have
is the taste of
rain water...
And one wish
to relinquish
this valley of slaughter.
© APRIL 9, 2002 By Jason Wright
- For Sean -