"Stay a little longer," he said.

The wink of urge, the want she felt in her chest was sharp and careful.

Mirroring the tendency to stir up the settled sugar at the bottom of a stained coffee mugs and tea-cups.

"And I asked the weather, "am I as cold as you?"
Then I waited.. still there's no reply

So I got my feet into the waters and asked, "Does he love me too?".. still there's no reply

In dim light, I asked the moon, "Why do I feel as lonely as you?" Still there's no reply

And I saw a fly flying next to another, so I chased it. It might have the answer to my deepest saddest questions."

.

•      
be     
-hold    
    my  sole    
     prized instru-
       ment of choice•
         let it bear the wei-
           ght of my unspoken
           voice•in the dead of
             the silent night•i'll let
               loose my heart so it co-
                uld take flight•consoli-
                  dating all that i think•
                   and...converting them
                     into the blackest ink•
                       only then freely......it
                          would spill•down
                                   the stem and
                                         to the nib
                                            of my
                                               fea
                                                the
         ­                                        red
                                                  qui
       ­                                               ll
               ­                                         •