Another false start to completion
Given to nightly flights of fancy
Yield to unkempt glances gone awry
But now a pain cripples the body
Take as needed for choral boredom
Everyone knows just what you are
Much better than you'll ever know
Whisper a knowing catcall alone
Trying to pick yourself up, and failing
Not even a sure thing in a singular sense
So much for knowing what you need
Empty prayers to no one in particular
The eyes grow heavier than the soul
But only for the moment of moments
Brief and blissful like a firefly dusk
Catch and release what you can
Leave the rest
