The Flight
where are you going?
why are you running so fast?
I gave you everything you asked for.
don’t disappear backwards into the past:
you will never come back to me-
don’t leave my soul wanting more!
and so I taste the poison on someone else’s lips
and beg for more
that my last breath might be found
in his lungs and not
in your absence.
and the room is empty
and the lawn is empty
and the sky is empty
and the moon is sadly full, watching the distance widen.
-MWE
1 April 2001
