There will come a day
When sights
And sounds
Will melt into
The air and say.
“why have you held on?”
and I will reply
“because my heart
is too strong”
I’ve ripped and
Torn through
The endless
Fabric that
Wraps around
My senses
And keeps
My conscience
Warm.  
Warm enough
But reserved
For a night
When you leave
Her for me.
“a day my friend,
of no guarantee.”
To love is to live
To be hopeless-
My life I’d rather give-
Away with this heart
That’s
Beating
Me.