Our Souls

My body’s gone, and now, in cruel reverse,

my tears, where once my future was bright-clear,

are destiny’s path, full-followed, unrehearsed.

I see my end in quaffing one last beer.

My vision’s clouded, for you are not here,

my daytime and my midnight's constant nurse.

I hide my eyes from morning’s light and fear

my body’s gone, and now, in cruel reverse,

will you - forgive me if this sounds perverse –

come closer, fold your body gently near

me, as my soul in you I now disperse

my tears, where once my future was bright-clear?

You swirl before me, water in the weir,

with love that lingers longer than a curse

can outlive anger. Rage’s futile tears

are destiny’s path, full-followed, unrehearsed.

I hold you now, miasmic. What is worse

than clinging to a ghost for wasted years?

In alcohol I shall myself immerse.

I see my end in quaffing one last beer.

So here we sit, befuddled, feeling queer,

dip deep into our wallet, or our purse.

Will angels come to save our souls, my dear?

Well no, my Love. I’ll write another verse -

                                             my body’s gone.