Heartache

Presumptions
we wonder what makes us real
this heart?
These eyes?
These hands?
Dear me, we are almost there
hold tight, these wrinkled hearts won't last forever
death is catching on.

Dear diary, I love you so
do you know why my heart beats for you?
Neither do I, but I put my hand on my heart to understand.
No, no, those wicked lies won't do you any good
what were you thinking?
I will always love you.

And what if the hand strays from the shoulder,
taking back this kindness?
I do not know, nor do I wish to know.
You were all I had
I can't see through these ancient tears,
bring back the sun.

Alas, a prayer before the let-down
will I lay down beneath your smile?
Or be pushed back, to fall hidden in the shadows.
Forever my will greets you
sad, sad eyes, yearning contact.

Oh, to feel you again.