The Gift
For all my friends who have accepted me here.
This poem only available on Lush StoriesThere is so little time.I lie here, staring out of the windowAt the stars,As they twinkle their ambivalent gaze back at me.And I think of you.These tears slide, first hotly as they leave me,And then coldly like a river of mercury down my cheekIn this starlight and candlelight.They speak of what would have,Could have,Might have been.But never will.You never saw me.Not really.You saw...