Not Knowing Poem by Midnight Clarity

Each moment of
not knowing you
teaches the death of hope,
beginning of acceptance.
It burns away
the call of maybe
and tomorrow,
more securely
nailing me in now.
A lesson full of pain-
but sorely needed.
The heartbeat gone
will never throb again,
the next may never come.
The silken cat
beneath my hand
may scratch.
I may grow old,
or swiftly die.
I do not know.
Not knowing is the
deep reality of life.