the days when i could have
imagined that i had
any other road
any other ending
than here
the streetlights distant glow
leaves well defined shadows
in the warm darkness
its taste of thousands of places iv been
people who's faces familiar but obscured
echo along its silent patterns
in the thick grass
all around insects and wildlife fill this space
i grieve in with random but sharp and clear sounds
this narrow ledge
leans slowly down into the greasy black soil
which binds itself to my skin
i become entangled in filth
and trying to dry wash my hands i only serve to spread its
empire across my field
i slowly cease the struggle
and succumb  to stillness
surrender to my sorrow
the night folds itself around me
i may be alone with this terrible grief
but the night obscures and in that provides
its own tender comfort
it cannot take her place
but the night can offer the solitude
with which my heart may paint masterpieces with her face
with which my soul can make love to her soul
in the distant miles
in the cold reality of denied hope
were it that i could undo any of these things
that have brought me to this dark encounter
none would bridge the gap
none would suffice
i will grieve
then i will seek the crossroads
the place where he takes your fare
and carries you forth
to everlasting joys