Thyme

I want what I can't have, even when I don't want it - It lingers on.

Your smile was more radaint today,
than that of last week; a disinterested atmosphere
that clouded the depths of my thoughts.
Where I could not see,
to decide again and against
only then to decipher that, that was much later, once more.

Reviews

[paul]

this poem is a fantastic riddle to me. i don't quite understand it, but i love the writing style.