My stomach roars...

The music soars...

I drive away without you.

After sex & tears,

Our hopes & fears,

And finally I sleep: dream about you.

You're stuck in my head

and I'm filled with such dread

that coworkers seem to withdraw...

This pain merely hours

since leaving you flowers...

'fore I once suspected the cause.

I sit here in shock

As I stare at the clock;

This treatment could lead one to violence...

You're presence is missed,

as I try to resist

the urge to scream out my silence.

The truth is I'm fine

and that's hard to define,

For a part of me surely is broken...

For the years have rolled by

and the tears in my eyes

have not been in vain or unspoken.

JULY 2, 2006

For Jeremy