Heat simmers; not a sound heard
The shadow beneath the camouflage dances across the table
Sand wisps beneath the sun
My thoughts as heavy as the heat
I sit and look at the ground, my heart like lead;
My cigarette only distracts my attention
It sill lies with you;
Through anything I may do; I pause;
I see your face, I hear your voice, I feel your touch, I covet your words
And yet, the heat still simmers and I;
Simmer with it. The sand wisps as do my hopes.