nobody

save for the reckoning
of doubt and determined, ghosts
of bitter yearnings and silence
tipping the salt and swaying lamps
subtle signals sent desperately
we are here across the table
so much between us and the moths
drawn to the lights
I want to be in love again
but mostly happiness like a shallow pool
engulfs me and wading further seems
foolish having wisened in my old age
purpose fashioned like a flattened hat
these are our days and nights
and we laugh, long term plans pressed
further out in measured days
this week our demons live in cigarettes
sleeping in and missed text messages
nothing so serious as
all the stars that died to
build our bones
we are merely breathing
it is a nice night
cats are out and they come up
in passing to
say hello.