David McCann

Today yet again, weeping for what I cannot ever know,
your heart, and you, I must shake myself loose and just go.
Empty intent, heart pained by restless bitterness,
must be what love is, or forget whatever it was.

in life that was once and is gone,
only as day follows the one before and they vanish with the cock’s crow,
so close, only you who were so close to me, be so once again