in spite of the obvious

there are nights that
came with such intense
voracity,
like the
hunger
of a starving artist
whose muse had left him
to cry -

so
these nights i
turn the lights out and
lay my head down,
to miss you in a ball of
deafening loneliness -

it is
a song i cannot bear to
play again and
again
for the loss is
so foreign
and
so great.

i feel it

we drive these beat up engines,
across snow and rainy pavements,
we watch the clock and
fill up the tanks -
give thanks to the One who
blessed the day and
the open road.

If it was twice as easy with
half the aches,
would you still be so
eager to leave?
or would you trust your heart -
just a little more?

I spend these nights missing you
so
much -
i satiate with
the comfort of
memories,
i long to hold you
the way we held on for
so long and
so loose.

so close but
always something in the way.
we can't quit now -
we are on the verge of
something
so
good.