Bliss

Bliss of the drug
I carry inside
the bag that burdens
my frail shoulders
and you
are never ready to
decide
if the journey will
continue forward
through the times
the needle has struck
into a timeless hour
and back again into
measurements of seconds
and minutes as
we convert units
back and forth
and the eyes weaken
and the walks sway
futher apart we stand
away
through geography
of differing hearts
breaking
and mending
in gratitude to
a love that never
was.