SFP

I’ve always believed that my life would burn
with beauty, and love, and truth
A story arcing across the universe
Perhaps loud, perhaps quiet
But echoing into the soul of life

And for the first time
i write of the afterpresence
Of one who could have been more
than just another experience
along the way

She could have walked with me
Our lives, our limbs, our love
entwined

And even as i made those considerations
a voice said “You’re kidding!”
That the one who would make me stay
is not yet here
Or will only ever exist
inside dreams

But there wasn’t a move she made
a breath she drew
that i did not worship

I laid my life at her feet
But she chooses another tonight
Thus ends a stupid fucking poem

2004