Hope
In hope, she comes
on nights like this, listening to Piaf
an empty bottle and an empty soul, waiting
for a refill but no waitress comes, no
companion to lift my arms and take me home, no
false hope of finding you, not tonight, no
I am just a guy lost in eons of longing, no
sweet kiss from you as you ready to go to bed, no
wink of the eye and the rise of my excitement, no
I am just alone, song my mere respite, wine but forgetfulness, not memory,
no
it is as it is, alone, no
never so without memory, but such fails on the nights I sleep alone, no
let me be, let me be, I am here just for this moment, all is gone: no
longer the desire or the need of the universe to continue itself, no
I am here just eternally in love with you, what else? but love, always love,
no
I do not recede from that, rather I embrace it, I am—no
I am not—I am all that is no longer that but only this, know
the time is now and so now I shout down the halls of forgetfulness that I love,
no
that I adore you even in the emptiness of your fleeting shadow, know
that I live, ever in love with you—yes!
she comes, in hope
2013