5/9/2010 - Faded fabric

The honeymoon is over,
it's time to see the faded fabric,
The spark has dimmed.
There's a pile of smiles a mile high
I could paste on at any time.
I've seen the fervor fade.

5/8/2010 - Waiting on the rain

The storm is moving overhead,

the rain, coming down,

I've got nine floors to go.

Racing past elevator doors,

across the lobby,

to the street below.

I've been waiting for you,

waiting for the storm,

I'm chasing the rain.

I may be a fool to have waited.

The storm is long past,

The opportunity gone.

The rain drumming down,

pounding on my skull,

just a memory.