Keep the Truth, I want to fall.
Don't wake me up. You're my dream.
I don't care for the wise, they understand not.
Gravity is my guide, your skin my sea.
I hate you so much! How did you dare
To be—knowing the immense distance
That would have followed? I hate you so much!
How could you get closer than my breath
Only to leave behind the warmth of
Thy vacant presence—like the shape
Of a body in the messy morning bed?
We achieved nothing. We were nothing.
Just the play of balancing shadows
In the rainy evening—vague shapes
On a steamy window, in wonder to nowhere.
How could this be anything more?
But I hate you so much! Because
We had to leave. And now we're no more.
But even this absence is a thrill of beauty,
Albeit cruel, and hopeless like
The Solitude that comes in olde age.
Not going backward, not forward, much
Less standing still. Enough. I fall. Shall you?