Is it a memory
or just some movie
you once rented
on a Tuesday night?
Is it history
or just a lie
you once told
to cover your
tracks in an
interesting way?
Is it fact
or just something
you keep shouting
really, really LOUD
BECAUSE YOU NEED
IT TO BE TRUE!?
Is it love
or just guilt
dressed up in
its sunday best?
Is it a dream
or are you still waiting
to finally be able to sleep?
The rain stopped
the Santa Anna's
have blown in
clearing the sky,
leaving it crisp,
starlit.
Why is it
I'm always
overdressed
and expectant
the day after
the first storm
of Autumn?
10/28/05
