Thursday, February 28, 2013


Sunlight slips through the hourglass, each grain
a moment, a single hope, a half-forgttoen dream, a buried shame, a biting regret.
Tiny crystals spin ever downward: white lies
told to spare someone’s feelings, invitations delcined,
phone calls and emails unanswered.
Each small transgression dropped upon another,
A slowly built fortess of silence and isolation.