ode of despondency

this novelty
of love
knocked
on
my door.

i opened.
allowed, i
permitted and
felt patient.
i felt

like better
could be. i
presumed
possibility and
he corrected

me. again,
someone was
close. then
further. then. far.
out of earshot.

s
w
a
a
a
l
l
LOWwwwwww.

when i
ground. face
facing stars,
with only
love above me.

will
he
hear
my
song.