The page turns

The page turns Ah! – but slowly Through my veins, so thickly flowing, words Rain down upon the screen Once more careening Goes my heart I find in parting Fact from fiction Trouble brews; my jurisdiction Seems constrained It always pains me; And what has love yet gained me? Misconstrued, yet always true The love I feel for you Would it be fleeting? Are months a proper count When, for all of my heart’s beating, Little else is known? Again, I walk alone This course, this trial by night Comes daily Every gale I press against To move Won’t let me go forward Will there be any reward left, In the end? Will it be friendship? Maybe more? Or less? My best guess Is either nothing, or a mess And for all that, it’s just a shame This long, one-sided waiting game Is probably a hill of beans That’s full of crap and tragic scenes But only for myself, I hope I’m not so dumb to rock the boat But maybe there is hope still yet Of things I won’t live to regret Of beauty that has a chance to sing That winter turns someday to Spring That good things come to those who wait Yes, maybe then I’ll find my date. Mark Burton Monday, February 13, 2006, 6:19 A.M.