Warm drops of water
Each a reflection of sun
Are only happy tears

I can't lie to myself,
You're still on my mind.
Every second, of every day.

Got a new job,
           Telemarketing
                     Ring...Ring...

"Hello,
         I was wondering
                  If you were interested
                                     In purchasing
                                                **Some quietus today?"

Gone with my sanity
The love that we had
Out with the good
In with the bad
Something has gone
Someone has bled
Someone's alive
And I'm the one dead.

A midnight daydream could not match my prolonged slumber,
but the ice cold grin of isolation prohibits my resistance
and such theology burns crisp justifications into my hands.
Golden locks of hair surround the frayed edges of a rug
conversing ideas and mocking the unscripted door I stand on.
So I fabricated a tasteless disposition
to leak through a thousand inconspicuous sermons
that lean against me like a pile of corpses.
Without a single whisper, I abandoned all but a faulty quest
which holds me like a rotting prisoner
between the contrived confessions of a minister
who is required to dress into the eligible axiom,
so he repairs his scattered dependence in the light of day
and polishes the scruffs of his boots with the blessed liquid of God.
But I required none but the shimmer of this crescent
which produced this aberrant midnight daydream.

Last week, at a cafe near Second Street
I saw how a brisk couple would meet.
I swallowed the penultimate sip, slow -
A story unfolded, one I already know.

She leaned in close, her hair like the sun
her voice belonged to an angel
a beautiful one.
She touched his hand
as if a celestial goddess
coming down one last time...
She smiled heaven upon this earth
and told him -
unknowing,
that she'll love him until the sun burns out,
until the stars go cold,
until the sea falls silent
and winds no longer blow.

His smile accepted it as the single truth
her one and only.
He was quiet
as I once was.
He touched her hand back,
as I had once touched...
in a time when the sun would burn forever
and stars and angels and the wind
would never stop inspiring.

I looked at him, one last time
and finished my drink alone.
At last life made sense to him
with winds slightly overblown.
"No," I wish I could tell him,
I then left. "No, she won't."