Where are you,
Why have you not come,
I spend days in pursuit,
Of those who could be the one.
Grief is the thing I eat,
I chew till it hurts,
Till everything falls apart.
I write in the dark
After I've turned out the light
When the fan blades are wild
And the crickets come to life
I am my father's daughter,
I am my mother's child.
I wear his body like a sleeve,
Her intellect in my smile.
Another day begins and ends,
The honorable Emptiness presides.
The clocks of ticking aspirations tock
While sounding bells of expiration toll
A symphony without a crescendo
Exemplified by the sighs of the old
When I think of her
I think of a field that is endless
That the eye cannot contain
For which measurements are petty
Please don't come back to my country
Dont roll up in my backyard
You'll find life has shriveled up
And its softness has gone hard
You told me not to drink and drive
But it's all I ever do
Only the drink can parch me dry
Of every thought of you