Unfinished

Friday eve

in the place of

Late

Sunday night

Asleep reading

your heaving breath

instead of write

the poem I can't finish

You missing me

as much as I long thee

My longings meeting

their fate in your dreams

That instead of This

and This to never have been

Someday, today,

some today

Life is going to feel

Life-like

with or without

you in it

Even as I don't wish

to wake up to that day

to break this nightmare

that keeps me awake

keeping this poem

unfinished

Late

this sunday night.