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.