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