• i.

    Hello, good morning, greetings to you,
    hey, welcome, salutations,
    I don’t care
    how you say it,
    just please whisper something,
    something,
    into my ear so that
    my mind will be able to unbind itself
    undo the knots,
    realize that you’re still there,
    that you’re still here
    beside me
    because, I am loyal, I promise,
    but I am human
    and the human mind strays
    and the human mind fears
    and the human mind doubts
    more than it should
    and it knows that,
    but it does not care.


    ii.

    is there any chance
    is there any possibility
    is there any likelihood
    that love
    exists
    at such a time or place,
    or does it belong in children’s bedtime stories,
    with princes and white stallions,
    with royalty from rags,
    with impossible dreams
    that often end with
    happily ever after?



    Stories that end with happily ever after
    are stories that just have not finished yet.



    iii.

    do you ever hate me?

    I lack in the ability to have that knowledge,
    for I do not believe you do,
    but once in a while,
    an oak does wish that the bluebird would leave her alone,
    that the squirrel would find another sanctuary.
    But they never do,
    because they love her so dearly,
    because her long limbs give them
    the comfort,
    the security,
    the pleasure
    that they require.
    But as every tree grows,
    she dies,
    and the lowest creatures of mother earth
    swallow those beautiful limbs
    that the most higher creatures request.

    And yet the world spins on.



    iv.

    perhaps you regret it already.
    maybe,
    you read through our past conversation
    and wish it had never happened,
    wish it was just how it had been before.
    But it is not,
    and I prefer it this way.
    I pray that
    you do not pray that
    it will be over soon,
    for I am not over.
    And nor are you.


    But the day is,
    and with each dawn
    comes death’s sunset.