Sunday, February 22, 2009

Sunday Memories - Lost In the Dangling Conversation* - Florence as a Memory

When I asked Florence what she wanted to do, if not go out.

"Listen to myself."

What do you hear when you listen to yourself?

"Not much... weak and commonplace."

I tell her I will come visit her.

"First come by yourself so there's nothing in my way when I tell you how awful you are.... That's a joke."

I know.

"I have to work on it."

*Simon and Garfunkel

And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.