DESPERATION

In desperation I cried your name.
But you weren't there.
It's always the same.

In desperation, I kept asking why.
It was no surprise,
There was no reply.

In desperation, I feel for you.
I feel so much.
If only you knew.

Things might not seem to be such a complication,
If I could stop feeling for you in desperation.

But you're always out of reach.
You're an air sign, after all.
You're out and about, off somewhere else.
You seem untouchable.

I know that I sometimes get caught up,
In astrology.
I shouldn't think of you in terms of your sign,
But what you mean to me.

19 February 2002