Your Letters Remain

Your letters remain
hanging in the air,
as sticky as cobwebs
in a dank basement,
they’re dripping
from the ceiling.
Yor words written
in strange and inky
serif fonts
drifting about us.
With each smokey breath
they cling to our clothes
as we make our way
through the darkness
towards an uncertain
consciousness.

Touch me
No don’t touch me
Hold me
No don’t hold me
Love me
No
Don’t Love me
Leave now
Don’t leave me
Touch me
Hold me
Love me
Leave
Please
Remember me,
while I try
to forget you.

Are you still afraid of me?
I am not afraid of you,
only the things
you did,
and those memories
memories of you,
and your words reduced
to soot covered cobwebs
hanging in the dark.

Stuart Cudlitz
NYC 2002

Songs And Poems


	Your Letters Remain Your letters remain hanging in the air, as sticky as cobwebs in a dank basement, they’re dripping from the ceiling. Yor words written in strange and inky serif fonts drifting about us. With each smokey breath they cling to our clothes as we make our way through the darkness towards an uncertain consciousness. Touch me No don’t touch me Hold me No don’t hold me Love me No Don’t Love me Leave now Don’t leave me Touch me Hold me Love me Leave Please Remember me, while I try to forget you. Are you still afraid of me? I am not afraid of you, only the things you did, and those memories memories of you, and your words reduced to soot covered cobwebs hanging in the dark. Stuart Cudlitz NYC 2002
		Songs And Poems