All’s over, then: does truth sound bitter
As one at first believes?
Hark, ’tis the sparrows’ good-night twitter
About your cottage eaves!

And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly,
I noticed that today;
One day more bursts them open fully
—You know the red turns grey.

Tomorrow we meet the same then, dearest?
May I take your hand in mine?
Mere friends are we,—well, friends the merest
Keep much that I resign:

For each glance of that eye so bright and black,
Though I keep with heart’s endeavour,—
Your voice, when you wish the snowdrops back,
Though it stay in my soul for ever!—

—Yet I will but say what mere friends say,
Or only a thought stronger;
I will hold your hand but as long as all may,
Or so very little longer!

Lacrimal ducts clogged.
I am Broken
in the most fundamental way.
Catharsis ineffective, Insufficient.
Insufficient.
Perfect word
to describe everything.
If only there were a handyman
to unclog
my lacrimal ducts
my soul
my cranium

I wish I was Sober
             But
I can not face
the Thoughts that
Scramble and Scurry
through this brain

I escape
into pain
Any pain that
Distracts
from the real Agony
of Confusion
          Yet
Nothing treat this Sickness

I used to see a Pillar
of strength, support, love.
that has not gone.
Yet, now I know
your pillar
is of Salt
Fragile
with cracks, imperfections.
your Strength
precarious
you could fall
at any time
Crumble, drift away
I am Afraid
to hold
Too Tight
I couldn't bear
to cause your demise
to cause
you to slip away