Falling apart
Torn at the seams
Fiddling over
Two different dreams
One from afar
One from up close
Once again reminding me
Of whom I love most
Both one and two
Loved equally
Straight from the heart
And still confusing me
Sort these thoughts out
I will eventually
But until that day comes
I wish one of you would love me
February 7, 1997
Sara R. Barthol
