Friday, February 13, 2009

empty stares


Why don't you talk to me?

I asked you how your day was.

I looked at you twice...and,

I even turned over a bit to allow...ah

I am sitting right next to you. You must be busy, or thinking about something important.

I have no interest in dating you... I am simply wanting to share this space - this time - this moment with you.

I sat there once.

What is going through the window that is more exciting than what I could share with you...

I have an exciting life. I have good stories.

I would love to hear yours.

Your busy. I know.

I guess that means that I should be busy too.

I do exist though.

I will wait another day for you to say hi to me.

you are worth it.



-j stallz

2 comments:

Lamb said...

That would be savage! Will hopefuly get enough cash to be over for Blair and CJs wedding. One of the only ways I can insure everyone will be in one place, and the whole wedding thing. Would be great to walk across America, or at least a little bit. Hope your woman doesn't have any problem with all that. It's all good.

So what's the poem about then? Spill.

Heather said...

Hey! I miss you. You are one of the best guys and the best friends I have ever had. Everyone's life is better with you in it.