This was actually written for a friend about a week ago, but with blackouts and upload problems, posting it was delayed... I've picked up on a few more hints since then... Still, not quite sure how she's doing, but I think I understand a bit more about what's going on... Looking back, I probably should have posted it the first chance I got. At least then, she'd know I was worried about her...

-Sm, 08/20/03

Hints

Whispers,
faintly from between the lines,
their meaning
not quite clear,
as I
listen to the murmur,
straining hard to hear
a hint
of how you feel.

Shadows,
just beneath the pages,
a story
of a soul
untold,
slipping from sight
when I struggle to see
a hint
of how you feel.

Possibilities,
endless and uncertain,
my imagination
fumbling to
perceive
why your words were written
the way they were,
a hint
of how you feel.