nausea

how sick it feels to know
how things must end
here tonight
to know I will wake up alone
for once
to reach for you in the night and
have you not be there

to wake up with tears upon
my sullen face
because tonight is the end
of a beautiful thing
and we know it

and yet..

I'll put it off once more,
as will you,
and we'll smile and fall asleep
in a contented embrace,
unwilling to let go
of what we cannot tie down

no, we're much too free

just..
hold me while I cry
then let's go
home

12-12-1999