(no subject)
ahhh...
mourning loves lost.
" loves imagined.
" loves denied.
" loves unexplored.
it's late at night
and i've spent this entire week
prowling the early morning hours
feeling out of place.
and, this night, my hours are spent
mourning loves not currently held.
[once, i spent the early morning hours giving birth to a new love,
which i mourn tonight.
why do i feel that "bad" news is on the way?
and what about the news makes the label "bad" applicable?]