Poems from andreasthered
She's a frequency- I'm always tuned in.
The radio has only her station:
I try, I try to tune it out
but these waves stretch time and...
You told me I was creepy,
I said you were wrong.
No longer
did our eyes gleam with admiration;
our love had gone.
Seeing you is agonizing.
In reality
I'd rather be asleep.
Because in my dreams
we're still friends,
and I have no regret.