I don't mind being
an afterthought,
if the thought
that was thought,
of what I thought,
brought the thought
of us sharing
smiling thoughts

to you.

Erin Moen
11/1/02
Copyright 2002/2003 ©

I wrote this after penning "Tenuous Connections", and, since it is a companion piece, I will repost that poem here, though many of you have seen it before.

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Tenuous Connections

"Silly soul!", she muses,

as once again, time clicks,
and ticks, and slips away,
ungracefully shuffling
her fleeting fate, removing
and dragging pieces
of her life into oblivion,
crackling her mind,
and ripping threads
from her heart,
knotting and snarling painfully
as cyber friends
drop from sight.
Understanding,
unwillingly,
the forces of dawns,
reality checks, and
flowers...wilting,
she feels..faded,
less than complete,
missing in non-action,
and melancholy-mooded,
sifting and shifting
through mind's
memory doors, opening
laughter and tears,
screams of despair,
brooding madness echoing
into the night and
the colored dreams
of beautiful souls
shared lives, thankful, yet,
yearning for
the tenuous connection
of doors
who's keys are...lost.

"Silly soul", she weeps.

Erin Moen
11/1/02
Copyright 2002/2003 ©