Tonight is a memory I want to replace
with Haiku so lonely it shakes
me to my foundation
I am more than the sum
of parts heaved across tables
and cut into mixes that augment
only the foolish and the damned
I seek I suppose and for this
I am punished and perhaps I should be
Perhaps it is so whimsical to talk of miss
and biology is certainly not to be
discounted
There is simply no joy in sharing
no passion in parts
Needing more than I can be as
distance convinces is weakness
of spirit and diminishes the capacity
for joy
I am not sure this was ever about joy
nor the transitory nature of hope
Tonight it is simply about alone
and familiar enough I can live with
that