a work in progress

It's high time for a swell,
wouldn't you say?
we've been waiting for days that have turned into weeks
and then years,
and i saw you there yesterday morning,
your hair,
with your back to the wind,
looking older now,
pretending you could hear me when i said how
bitter cold it was
and told you that i loved you,
of course you knew
you always do...
the drumming's growing slower now
and i can hear the distance
separating us from silence as we hash it out again,
there's so much left to tell you
but you'd rather do the talking,
and so i'm quiet, listening,
and staring into space,
a song or two runs through my head,
we've played them both together,
and now you kill the melody and hum an empty tune,
you care so much about me and it scares you
half to death,
we smile at each other
and we think we know the truth,
your fingers meet my fingers,
we have everything to lose,
i love you more today than i ever have before,
please love me more tomorrow
when you wake up on the floor.

-kb