leaning.

The kitten is tired of playing

with this string and me.

So it just dangles there like

I had dangled my heart

in front of you for you to

catch, but you never did.

I'm leaning here on yesterday

because it's tied to closely to

this morning and the sound

of rain running down the

window like the tears that

had run down my face.

And your sympathy is all

that you left me with as I

lay, surrounded in rhetoric

while somewhere, someone

is living through the same

hurt, but choosing to stay.

There is only hope for tomorrow

and that with each passing day

you will fade from my memory

like fog fading when the cold

outside air mixes with the

warmth of my room.

I only wonder if rearranging

the words exchanged would

bring another meaning or

another way to say what

we had to say, instead

of saying goodbye.

And all the while, I continue

to dangle this string and

my broken heart in the

face of something that

might change how I

feel and make it OK.