Cristy submitted this poem with another short one ("Open"). I decided that I wanted to post both of these poems on poetheart.com. - poetheart 08/14/01
I see your mouth move...
It sings like a guitar.
And I am deaf to it's melody.
I can't bear to hear the melancholy tune.
Even though I know the words.
Your voice is steady, and the tone does not falter.
Such a sad, lonely song
You and I compose.
by Cristy Ramirez