What do
I say?
What can
I say,
That
Hasn’t
Been
Said
Before?
With
Every
Last
Word,
With
Every
Lost
Laugh
That
Echoes
From
Sides
Of the
Door.
I see
So much,
I see
So few,
I see
So far
Between;
In spite,
In love,
In faith,
Above
There’s
Only
What I
Mean.

rjw, 8/1/02