[Poem] Vertigo

2008-10-17 @ 9:33 p.m.

and I
can't
stop

thinking of what it will be like when
time
stops

again and I am there in your arms and
I
can't

even see your face any more because you're

not

the man
I thought you were so

my love

how will I know when you walk in the door (what will you be wearing?)

the color of your eyes
is not necessarily
blue
any more and

your hair could be blond or brown or black

it's frightening to think that
I
have no idea

who you are
(but when the bell tolls --
then I'll know
right?)