Love empty
Dullness.
The decay of a night
brings me to a table,
half light, the cat is awake,
a chaos of birds
clamours in the trees
for food, searching
for the soul’s food.
I saw you yesterday,
same shape as always
but I couldn’t love.
My life seems empty, and I
tried to promote love
but I couldn’t hide
behind the one true feeling
and I couldn’t love.
You have taken that away,
with distance soon to be
between us
and I couldn’t love.
Because of that, we share
the thought of never seeing
what might have come about
before all feeling
was wiped out.
© George Wicker 2007