...static...

and silence,

move a step forward

and

a couple of steps

back

to where she lay,

smothered in the sheets...

of someone else's

thought?

head?

sigh,

bed...

does she even think,

does she even know

does she have an idea

what consequences await,

do 1 thing,

and it all comes back

do 1 thing

like circle, things

have a way of coming back

threefold

how do you follow

the 8-fold path

to enlightenment

when all your dreams

regress back to the time

you felt you had him

you felt -- "he was mine..."

the kiss was the drug

i was his,

he was mine

now we both live on

borrowed time

he said i lost it,

i felt i lost it

then again, how can one

lose something that wasn't yours

in the first place?

would he even consider

would he even know

would he even feel

the slightest hint of regret

@ being too shallow

and not willing follow,

in the same manner that she shied away

when he said

she wasn't what he was looking for...

she should have stayed on

and bided her time

but she couldn't

she had been much too proud

for that...

and now everything seems

to be in static

and silence,

move a step forward

and

a couple of steps

back

to where she lay,

smothered in the sheets...

of someone else's

thought?

head?

sigh,

bed...

does she even think,

does she even know

does she have an idea

what consequences await,

do 1 thing,

and it all comes back

do 1 thing

like a circle, things

have a way of coming back

threefold

how do you follow

the 8-fold path

to enlightenment

when all your dreams

regress back to the time

you felt you had him

you felt -- "he was mine..."

*** a free verse done half-asleep, half-awake... waiting for a muse, needing to be amused, and wanting amusement... none found... still waiting...