an unrehearsed universe

Volley (Love Song #6)

It seems ridiculous to say
when I see you every day
that I miss you, I love you
Too needy, too greedy
given the chasm
of misunderstandings
between us

It seems hopeless to note
how once extraordinary, now rote,
how you became another chore
When these eyes smart with tears
and this blood thumps with fear
at your leaving

It seems folly to pray
for words to make you stay
when we shroud ourselves in silence
Afraid to give offense
by speaking commonsense
though the situation is unbearable

Still, with eyes bled, tongue red,
I write you a love song
another volley of earnest verbiage

Lobbed in your direction
aimed to woo you, to win you,
to keep you

To bring you home