This makes me laugh
I found it in my files. Odd that I have no recollection of writing it, or when. It is quite possible that I was drunk. Probable, even.
Feelings are deeper than even self-admitted
Like a plague, he takes over
Or a pest that fails to die.
But beyond him
There is still me.
Like well-timed footsteps in the sand
One always treads before the other.
The other has no choice but to follow.
While every waking thought is of him
And sleeplessness his doing;
It is I
That is the thinker
And the wakeful
Oh, Kristen.... silly little girl.