there is more to see

well there must be
as william once said

in between the morning and the night
and the covers pulled back

and waiting to hear bless you
when you sneeze

those little things no longer there
and little words no longer said

d. mcmanus
8/31/2009
v.1

happy (v.2)

in the secret
that only you and i know about

written on the back of a notebook
spiral bound
stuffed between the old and not so old

a note to each other
that slips so easy
past the wordless way you see me
and the tactileness of your fingertips
as i pass between how i used to be
and the past i will become

dm
v.2
8/8/09