Moving in is moving on
From the past, and having faith
In now, no matter what.

I told you this pad offers a
View of the mountain at
Around five in the morning,

******* poetry as they say,
But you are the only poetry
That softens my heart hardened

By pain.

I still dream of hearing your
Laughter here, waking me up,
Making me up when things

Won't get right, when things
Have been tight. I still dream
Of having you here even if

Having you here means nothing
But leaving. Making this empty,
Again, before the dawn, back

On my own.