I slaved like your ancestors
To create a symphony upon the page
An ode to my love for you
But, you have never been more disengaged.

Nearly 3 hours since you've left my arms
Now you've tramped off to another's false charms.
I lie in a bed of hydrogen, empty and alone.
My mind is a razor stripping flesh down to bone.
(Please come home)

Still the calendar sleeps around from night to day
Orbiting silently, deadly, and grey
Spreading her dewdrop lips for the sun and the moon
I can't even wake until noon.
(come home soon)

cf
2/15/01