Run On Longing

Brightly these stars burn

with

blue flames on ice cubes

in my half empty glass of whiskey.

Does she miss me when she’s not with me…on the phone

in the room

in the dark

Alone together

away from

the lives we found

while not really meaning to do so

but

falling in love anyway?

Run on question

I know

I should be happy but

Honey, this life would be easier to drink if you were in it...

and oh you darling- My heart is ripped apart.

I’m torn to shreds.

Twisted up in knots.

For once without words. (Again)- But here we go- Not caught up in a downer-web; drowning

And I, the fly.

Oh my love, I love you

and the moon above us both makes this smoke heavier. Trying to breathe easy,

but believe me;

this breezy night brought a heat and these flames they burn for you

and when we meet again

these blues they’ll fade

and babe

believe me

when I say, “You make these days the best I’ll ever have.” This long death will die

and

my heart won’t beat me into a fool.