Prelude to a Parting

• Beside you, prone,
• my naked skin finds
• fault in touching.
• Yet it is you
• who draws away.
• The tacit fact is:
• the awful fear of losing
• is not enough to cause
• a fleeing love
• to stay.

Insomniac

• There are some nights when
• sleep plays coy,
• aloof and disdainful.
• And all the wiles
• that I employ to win
• its service to my side
• are useless as wounded pride,
• and much more painful.

The Last Decision

• Life it too busy, wearying me.
• Questions and answers and heavy thought.
• I've subtracted and added and multiplied,
• and all my figuring has come to naught.
• Today I'll give up living.