Monday, May 11, 2009 at 11:39PM
when i hear a sob,
there are many now,
i wonder why i ammm
not swimming, dabbing tears
of yours.
the rain is all for
us to walk, this morning's
side streets around and home,
cold once inside again.
I'm stiff. Cold and firm
and stiff and still
your sobs in tired heaves,
soft sighs from farther corners
in the house
where I have failed,
yet again,
to find you, echoing
our loneliness, this business.