Certainty was nights
Of elaborate thoughts
About death and the morose,
The perfect vow and a white rose.

Certain were you of your pride,
Certain were I by my side.
Certain was a freshly manicured
Garden and our love her guide.

Uncertain now my hours,
Uncertain your words,
Uncertain everything we own
From the portion to her third.

Uncertainty our story is
Of constant lies and ignoring
When you come to me at night
And only then you want me.

I am certain about this uncertainty.


-- Eleanor