Something dies beneath
      and gets left behind
What made you play the black card?
Bitterness—aftertaste of the void—
      that nothing can efface
Our little taste of happiness…
      it should help break the distance—the in-between—
      that’s always between
The bitter needs came first
Why must compassion fail,
      your empathy fail
      your love for me...?
Don’t deface your hope or yearning here
It fastens onto him like a worm
   that does him neither good nor harm
It may be simpler to hurt
He still yearns for love
Neither the good nor the bad will last
He spends the rest of the night in the garden
   asleep on the grass
Tonight there’s no card left to play
We cautiously look where others avert their gaze

-May 31, 2009-