and who are we to stand
displaced in all our promise
as if the legends don’t continue
and we have not met regret?
collapsed like early hope inside
a doggerel conception of the truth
your astral mercenary
stalks me lately with more nearness
and I accept this wounded always
when hard against it all
we took it in together all
for none us barely for each other
but with each other still
could it have been more nurturing
if each tune had run differently
had he listened less to what he had to say?
arriving as we have at this
our moment
come back to that lost time
with me
I beg you
only there
in that unreachable space,
in knowing it, can we be free again