thirsty

all out of juice
and none in the fridge -
just troubled water
still over the bridge.
can't find the words,
and can't find the soul
to confess to you
what you already know.

spool

the present is like a needle's eye
as our threadlike life slips it by
we can sew down our memories
but the toughest seams snap eventually

people come, then people go
an ephemeral meeting, inevitably
so before you leave i want you to know
this time with you means forever to me.