Nothing is Enough for Me.

Its another day
when the lower lip quivers
on a newly crisp- late September.

I read his mind as windows shattered-
tea cups played percussion upon my spine
and Virginia winds howled a familiar tune;

but its nothing anymore- and nothing is
enough for me.

Edges of memories tangle
while gossamer webs my fears-
he lurks for something that
Ill never allow him to have-

nothing is enough for me.

My smile grows older
as the strings of his guitar
fall out of tune.

I wasn't enough-

its nothing anymore-

and nothing is
enough for me.