Thread-worn,
grip, failed
you, gone.
grip, failed
you, gone.
Tattered by wear
my heart loosed its binding.
You slipped awaySpilled into the night
roaming aimlessly.
I wander, wondering, waiting
my heart loosed its binding.
You slipped awaySpilled into the night
roaming aimlessly.
I wander, wondering, waiting
Spacemen above earth
have more contact
than you and I
Instead, restless
I suffer a discontented malcontent.
My unease wails
Lostness, aimless
I only knew your address.
Now, gone
Tears for comfort
guarding alone time.
I was jealous for the zealous love I knew for you
Now, alone.
Adam F.C. Fletcher 