Thursday, January 16, 2014

Consolations

What can I say to you
In your time of suffering?
The world is indelicate
With our small frames
And the truth is not
A thing to be seen so much
As a revealer of things.
Your eyes, wet
Your love, far from you,
There is nothing amidst
All this blubber
That could rekindle the fire
Of your wet heart.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

My love so far from me.