Jan. 31
Like a caged animal
my mind dashes itself against the walls.
I must see him again, of course I will see him again.
It cannot be that I won't see him again.
WHERE ARE YOU?
I wish there was someone I could ask
these hard questions I keep bottled up.

This year has made us old.
If it was just the years, it would be
but a fulfillment of our long ago wish
to grow together old.
But this, this wrenching of our hearts
into the outside of our bodies,
into non-being,
this is a different aging, unnatural.