Love, the afternoon comes fast. I cannot

Face it. The fading light too

Quick, my hands stick

the paper blank, no words

spill from my pen. It is

gummed up with sorrow, stuck

in yesterday. Today speaks of

loneliness; the doctor's orders

do not work. Not on this day.

Today, love I am left

to other devices, the broken

promise, still in my hand

pale and lifeless.

I cannot mend it; sew these

bits together. Help, come

home soon, before the dying

of the light. Before I am sucked

with the tide, it pulls hard

and fast at my ankles, I am

helpless to the horizon,

A lost and hungry ghost,

I want nothing but the light,

And your love.