Quiet Endings

You didn't join me
              for a final cigarette.
It's 4:50 in the morning and I'm still
              not tired yet.
I'm wired from the candy
And the handy way you handled me tonight.
I feel a little more alone than usual,
              this foreign home
Sends shivers though my sometimes
              rational mind.
Who is this face
              I place my body next to?
Can you tolerate my quirks?
Can I live beside you?



Shadow Ocean
2000