I am out here
on the ragged edge
of myself
and I can see
that a day is coming
when all the color
will be bled
from this world
when all the kisses
all the drinks
all the simple acts of kindness
will be useless
and all the smiles
and gentle eyes will
dry up
and a loneliness
wider than the sea
will spread
over everything
and I will call out
your name
and nothing
will answer
me