From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: bits of you
Date: Fri Aug 19 02:00:46 1994
cobs-webbing through
my fingers
this attic of 
memories
cluttered with bits
of you

A scent encountered
walking, alone,
down the path
A flood of pictures
of you

A sloitary word
uttered by a stranger
I pass on the street
makes me smile
reminding me
of you


Those same sheets
the lone creak
of the bedsprings
as I turn
to see you
no longer there

Solitary tear
drips down 
my cheek
the only thing 
tangible that
i have left
of you

    -mirrors
        (c) 1994 aweburning

pbj