There's nothing there
for a person to love.

A cold hope
that only seems accepting
and possible
with the dream weavers
giving courage to the day.

As you inhale
and surely know
you're burning your body

and there's got to be
a reason

or two...

A lonely blank page
Awaiting love and attention
no idea what's to come of it
and ****,
those pages
are
just
like
us.