Have I lost you-
Am I incomparable
to another loving soul?

Please, lover of mine-
Where did you go?

This death is seeding
itself, in my garden-
and I haven't half
a mind to reap what I sow

Please, lover of mine-
Where have you gone?

Rest is dwindling into
deprivation
Evading my lofty sense
of observation

Do you love another so-
Where did you go?

I need you-
I must know.
© 2014 Christina Jackson