I no longer have an old hearth to fire
An old flame to blow out
Let alone coal to kindle

I let all of those old memories go
Out and cold long ago
With my youthful desire

I've made way for you, future
So that I could burn anew

I wait
And wait anew

in this crazed business of flighty gods and flitty humans,
this trove of love need,
this two way street for persons blind in one eye
thus they can see you,
the one who loves them
only when they squint real hard,

well it is a far better thing

to be next them,
to be seen and be seeing
than have the
ceiling be your horizon,
a pillow oscar-acting as a long lost love,
cold sheets and space heaters each losing the battle,
for when the moment occurs that

loving usurps loneliness
even for a moment’s moment,

it is a far better thing you do
than you have ever done before

8:41pm