smayi

There’s a pool of water that seems to rise: wall-like, impenetrable and I think of crossing over. Then I remember how I tried; fashioned a boat out of my heart to get to the other side, only to be disappointed. So I stand here now looking into this aquarium housed of your heart and wonder—when’s the next time you’ll get fed.

and i go to bed at night, to miss you.

there’s an ending to this day, and it begins with i love you.

this is where I belong, this is where I long to be left,

And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

her choice,

hasn't changed

keep quiet now go back to sleep