"...There may never be another opportunity
For me to hear what you never intended to say."
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Lee's Response to my poem: Somewhere between then and now.
Could it be the imaginary-words locked in the scope of two minds? Could it be the usual-emotive moments that are withheld in secrecy? Could it be a wishful bond that never gets the chance to connect? Something might be gone soon. It is the generic disguise that will surely make this a mystery.