By tiffany     tiffysf19@yahoo.com
Date: 5 January 2001

december was good to me

In this tumultuous world.
Surrounded by
Tortured souls
(including my own)
and I found you nonetheless

found you?  Were you lost?
It wasn’t you I found-
It was my heart.

With strings attached 
I come to you
Strings for me to cut 
Not for you.

With 
every w
ord from 
your lips
And every blink of an eye
I shiver in what I think is disbelief.
                                      Disbelief that this is even possible.
Like splitting the atom
Like straightening my hair,
  Pure untouchable happiness 
   In something new and uncharted 
     Is equally energy straining.
Or at least it was.


Nonsense.
That’s all that’s left of that 
Shaking spirit of mine.
That aching head of mine.

You’re the angel that 
Came to me on that rainy day 
In December.
The semester ended
And I began.
What’s better than amazing beginnings?
The continuation of what has become 
And will always be.				January 3, 2001