Sometimes
I sit
and I ask myself

selfish questions

important to me,
Me Alone.

They aren't all very deep.
But all of them,
Are about me.

Sometimes,
it is something
I wish I had
or that
I feel I need.

If my scope broadens
As it has in occasion
I think about another

Gone. Now.

These thoughts
are full circle
Back to me.

How I miss them
If they think of me?
if I ever will see them again?

Why they left me?

So selfish,
not to want
As I want.

When they are all
I seem to think about.

How lonely it is
for Me.

Why make Me feel
This way.
Nobody ever thinks,
About Me.

Me.
Me.
Me.

Notes dressed by intonation
Remarkably beautiful,
Articulatingg the heart's strings
Bound unbreakable, affixed
Noose-like fashion to dreams
Those, that you manipulate
Sweet siren at last returned
Turning up for this performance
Sing Love, your lovely songs
Foolishly I can't but listen
As words, you choose blanket me
settling over soft and smooth
Heavenly as fresh linen,
Traces of you fill my senses
How I've missed this, You
Listening in awe, completely lost
Lullaby alibis, tall tales stolen
no doubt, no betrayal, no hurt
as thought and logic,
Memories scared over or recent fall
Off and again away, Love only
your voice, your warmth against Me
you, close once more. 
 Singing softly, practiced and angelic.  
Lyrics with your judgments hidden
guiding the rhythm mastering a fool,
to forget what surely awaits
come the morning, as those before
How brutal truth will be given
Our song, foolishly I listen.

I remember thinking, as a child
Will I ever really own my own life?
On my tiptoes to see him, me,
my, reflection... Odd though, I'd thought.

To Ask. And Answer? Him, Me,
the little-mirrored one;

"What would that be like?"

40 years and I still can't answer the question...

To lay my torn up hands
Upon the porcelain past
Cold against the callouses

All but within my chest

Broken glass is the time we had
Grains of sand falling always
our words shifting too fast

lonesome, knowing approaches

Where hindsight provides
The vastness embued by when
Here in a now unwanted

All but in my chest unnoticed

Borrowing tears from better versions
While choking on the words I use
Dreams hold more weight certainly

These hours I stay tragically on then
Far off and away days feel and echo in

Any but this person I spoil my nights with
Nonfunctioning and spilkjngly incoherent