My heart aches for you
And supposedly it’s not supposed to
But I let it nonetheless
It’s not a game of chess.
This too shall evaporate.
I sit quietly in the dark
Sirens shrieking through the night.
Longing causes pain.
What we do or don’t do—
It’s all the same.
I will surrender.
I will keep my name.
For a name, engraved on skin or stone
Is our belonging to a clan.
At least we had a plan.
Fools pay their dues.
Fools miss the clues.
This too shall evaporate.
Blood boils, blue.
What word should I use then,
And what word is for you?
donika emille 