i have my share of labours,
that i wished become
collective signs of fruitition...

alas...

and only thus:
the last sacred word -
  the simplest of regrets,
the last remnant "regret":

     alas...

                      lucky you,
    now you get to write your address,
your street, your house number,
your authentic name,
   your zip code,
                  your RM1,
  4TH...
                      your virginia...
your whatever, that comes with
an overcoming of a tommorrow;

good-luck;

bless me with a chance,
   to forgive you, and forget you,
by kissing the forehead of
         your mother, goodnight;

may she find sleep, as comforting
as death, with,
or without anticipating it.