22 June 1998
(To Craig)
The Promised One

You inspire me,
Do not cry for me
You hold me
-So close so far-
But still I feel the heart that beats
That I felt long ago.

Long, lost embrace, vanished with the darkness
The heavens hide behind the clouds
And no light shone for me,
But something, just something
Unknown and without knowledge 
Holds something of mine,
Holds me in this place
Where I know I am to be.

What makes me tolerate the looks
That one who has suffered does not deserve?
What makes the mouth stay closed
When there are thoughts they have not heard?

The distance does not break
The time and the space-
That surrounds our connection
Which has all but walked away.

Promises were broken,
We both felt the pain
Yet, what was not promised
Has still managed to remain.

What makes us cry the tears
Of a feeling not short of hate?
Who holds the answer to
The reason we still care-
And how do you hold the promised someone
If they are simply just not there?