Burial

Someday I will be able to feign

love for our songs again

but not yet, certainly not now

the pain intense from knowing how

these songs we love but can never share

bring dreams that dreaming we can never dare --

Thus buried in work, weaning,

spaces infused with scant meaning

for places and time so devoid

of you, of work, I do avoid

their unmitigated loneliness too harsh to bear

the interminable pain somehow to spare --

What you wish, you cannot, what you cannot, you wish…

So let love stay buried in a steely heart's niche.