"Hope" written in 10/1997

i run
from the cold white rays
of the sun
my heart empty
as i slide away
from the dark void
of loves residue
echoing down empty corridors
like a child's laughter after
they've left the room
torn emotional fabric
barely holds

hope
slowly
rethreads the needle
weaving texture, stronger, lighter
simpler more elegant
but
somehow incomplete
waiting for loves return
to add vibrancy
dimension
colour