move

9/16/2004

I feel like dragging my toes
into the sand of a deserted path,

while gazing at the fingerprints imprinted
on the leaves that I held on to.

I smell the carpet of flames
that the dark shadows used to torture me
right b4 I go to sleep

and
hear the candid tears tracing
d
___o
______w
________n
from the hearts
of the women who offered their love to me.

I sense danger, fear, and excitement.

I think it's time for me

to m o v e on.