Twisting words into thoughts
Her thoughts — not mine
I think so (not mine)
I expected to fly with you
All the way:
        You reached, I reached
        I hesitated, you hesitated
        We fell together
        I tried to catch you
        You caught yourself
        I tried to catch myself
        You had yourself
        I missed you, I missed myself
        We caught ourselves, I was too late
written and © by David Spelling 2-3-96
layout © 2008 Dunn by Paul