13 Jun 00

 

 

NC

 

 

I can never know

The reason you've suddenly

Gone cold

If I am never told

Can't make things right

Without a glimpse

Inside of your troubled soul

If the only communication

You ever intend to give

To me

Is silence and scarcity

I don't have the mind

To pursue what is not

Given free

 

 

By

 

 

Everett E. Phillips, III