I cry because I lost my time
and you cry because you found yours
but not where you wanted
and now it’s almost gone
the full moon grins
impishly, and mocks
you for a fool
and his smile for me
is that of an old friend
another of many less-than-noble
men who beneath his gaze
have acted lies and whispered
them in woman’s ear
and with the soft caress of laughter
my spine tingles and my hairs
stand up, ready to run
at the first sign of trouble
because if joy and terror
share the same physical response
what does that tell you
about being happy
simply this:
the first law of the universe
is that everything is always falling apart