Kathleen

Some nights I ask why, other times don’t, why stars shine all night, is it a sense of peace, somewhere that marks their zone, you staring into space, turn away from my eyes, the wind is black and cold, sunk again in wine, kids and dogs are great, we get along why moan, no one sees the slate, can’t make up your mind, if you're here or gone, say flame must start with light, then listen to me fulminate, rage down a broken phone, suffer my tirades, no matter how we fight, strain our yearning bones, I'm only serving time, not to be alone.