What you get after having read too many sad Forever Nots.
 
Better Than Nothing
 
A brief touch, a kiss, on cheek or hair or lips,
a brush, nothing more,
just the passing of an angel's wing.
 
The weight of hands upon shoulders,
fingers circling wrist,
restraining handcuff, heartless, cool flesh.
 
The shape of a smile, warm and soft,
but bitter-edged,
like almond tea laced with soft cyanide.
 
The eyes most of all; blue windows
to a sad and sorrowful soul
consumed by an terminal illness of spirit.
 
Something is better than nothing
now--
but is <anything> better than nothing
later?
 
Susan M. Garrett
susang@vitinc.com


"I have to believe that sin can make a better man
It's the mood that I am in That's left us back where we began--"
-One Caress- Depeche Mode