sometimes it'd come; a uniting word
something soft and almost unheard
others it was a thing felt
a need that swelled and couldn't be helped
city nights hinted by smothering black
hiding away where none could track
hours over coffee and somber tones of death
yet there was more life with each passing breath
every portion i tasted and i knew
and even now, i wish i'd never seen you
a thing far too sweet for a feast
and a bone not fit to be gnawed by a beast
it was only you for whom i'd kneel
and it was only you whom i sought to heal
if ever should you go the moon would fall
all would hush and slow to a crawl
even after every word your shadow will loom
and i feel frozen in sight of your doom
i know no words no prayers i could say
the will of your god will have its way
but still i cry as the plowman comes to reap
i will lay beside you as you go to sleep