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©1998 Shawn K. Hall
The page was once empty until left alone
then marks come upon it from my little son
is it alone if its not within sight?
or am I a fool for not holding him tight
and the one that would have me is 12 steps away
however it seems she's a year and a day
for every lost moment that i'll ever have missed
I want only this woman, her warm touch and kiss
What I've forgotten I've put out of mind
for that without looking is what I would find
my blood envies warmth from an empty vessel
my vision falters for mine is much less full
and whereupon entry my remnants could hide
I giggle once more knowing there's nothing inside
No, she'll never see what cannot be seen
and that's not the last that would ever have been
could something have happened and freed up her time?
As I sit and wonder if I'm even in line
now 30 have passed as I waited for 2
and here my words echo in the top-empty-room
my ears are ringing, someone speaks of me now
I close my eyes, whisper - "and I'll take a bow"
Nothing forgotten and nothing remains
nevermore left there, for "2" made me sane
my vision forgotten, she's in that space
she'll come back and blame me with anger in face
I'm hoping that soon a couple will be over
that her words would matter and I might have her.