I do not know what it is that we do here

You, Me and this fortuitous place.

It is too bright, too cold

Too long ago, the grey memories refuse to grow old.

 

That I do not want you in my life –

I’ll admit with all surety,

But this night, this place –

There are too many variables, too many people

Too long ago, the gnawing emptiness opens old doors.

 

Resigned, I let my sigh call your name

But you, are too far away.