
Blood and Guts: Helena Lazaro
Speaking Into the Cave
September 27, 2004 09:49 PM
Desperate Times
I want to say,
I miss you.
I want to say,
I need you.
The hours
that seem to grow
in your absence
are wearing me down
like a silent
interrogation
that spills my guts
without even trying,
until I’ll say
anything,
crazy things,
to make the
agony end.
I want to say
I was wrong.
See?
I told you.
Crazy.
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