Since the men quit caring
there is so much work
and no such thing as love.
The children curl smoke from their lips
leaning against the wall.
No worth to anyone.
Since the men cut loose
there is so much work
and the thought
what will it cost?
I think
there once was a day
when a friend longed for deepest love.
My heart stands till between beats
Maybe to drop the veil
that separates you and me
I'll stay in the next breath
till you join.
