Nocturnes III

To the aimlessness of speeding
on roads bereft of light
An ode to every morning
I woke to find you've gone

My mind emptying
in the failure to recall
How my eyes looked away
on the day of your death

Back when I'd pretend
not to hear your voice
So I write to the Future
and you fade from every thought

What is the consequence of being
severed from another soul?
All our losses caught
in the remainder of our days:

All this time, where does it go?
All my love, where does it go?


04/30/2011