You Were Waiting
In the nighttime oneness,
Between sleep and wake,
There is this commitment to the day
That betrays everything.
With every letter
there is only one more
to not take pen
as bride nor tear the groom.
In pools of Fanta soda
there are reasons to kick
what somber men only
find in their Halloween bag.
With me you'll find
black birds and night gowns.
You'll hear lies and nightingales.
You'll be hugely disappointed.
