“When will I see you” she breathed,

after a day and one more

“But what of the plans we promised to” she whispered

can a promise not wait a day and one more

“Do you wish I stay idle while you move on shifting plans, for I cannot spend life counting and recounting sands” she questioned

sure I will be of plans in a day and one more

“How do I know, how can you be sure” she sang

because a promise is a promise even after a day and one more

“Then I will wait ‘til you’re back and your ship hits the shore” she cried

I will be home after a day and one more

The woman stayed still for a day and one more,
but the man who took her heart, never took to that shore.
And when hard years later all  men returned from the war,
She still sang that song
“I will love you a day and forevermore”

Ama the monster, an insidious creature of torture and despair,
sings in her lair of misdirection and good intentions.
And one day Ama wakes up to find herself carrying a child, a ****** mother is she.
Ama gives birth to Suzy, and lets the newborn walk the Earth.

Suzy, let rest upon your lap
the mourner’s fatigue, for whilst it brings but pain upon his shoulders to bear,
to your grasp beholds only a wholly indifference.
And Suzy Suzy, when you see the man walk weak,
offer your services for only a final home does he seek.

I sit, the car radio playing a tune of static,
Suzy my old friend on my passenger side, humming along.
Soon I begin to argue with Suzy, of love and life and where I went wrong.

As we drive I know not where we go, but only that we must make it there.

Suzy told me I’d hate it when we make it there.
I hope to prove Suzy wrong.