and after all this time
that i refuse to notice
i wonder if the words
'i love you' still apply
although you're gone

what's there to say
at 2:47 a.m?

i've had too much coffee and
not enough whiskey so
i return to the place where
i shout to the abyss

where does his love go,
now and why wasn't my
love enough and...

what's there to say?

i listen endlessly for some rhetort from such absence
but there are never words that can be spoken
only some crippling concession to be recited
but maybe death is our victory, as we wait
patiently for one another so
love can unite

we are damned
to love
renegades that
are not ours to hold
still to the tempest
that is life

and so be it
that our words of yesterday
beseech like beacons of light
in such darkness so
one day we find each other
again so
we become the truth we seek--
our souls escaping the words
that only allude and our
souls rising from the ash that
served us well so that

all that holds this world to Love
may never fall apart

eternity--what an epic word
that my mind flees from
like a scolding mother yet
seeks its acceptance yet
seeks its love yet
hopes to enter its door
and find you
again

let alone grandma
let alone tiger the lost cat

but what is there to say
at 3:15 a.m?

i lose my zest--
i lose my zest.