sacrifice

i've been
again dreaming of
things.

things you mock, and
things for laughs.

but you laugh,
and avert your eyes.
if only dreams knew
how to lie.

___________________

i
weary;

2 a.m. and
still no proof.

my sight falters, but
still

if i could write you
of all the things that kept me awake,
it is always the thing
that takes
and takes.