of singleness and debt

without all the frivolities
the worries or cares
we could sit and ponder the moon and it's many meanings
if i was part of a we
then
it would be more than just me.

but as it is
i drive
and glance over my shoulder with frequency
for the moon casts no shadow
but sits in it's solitary brightness
waiting
to hold another's hand.

visit

it is as if i have left
never
to return
for a very serious face has turned mine
that says i cannot live like this any longer.
i was created for something less than a lie.
something only the truth can bare.
always the truth was there before the lie, only listen.
as promiscuous as the time has become
there is a place for me in the erie silence of
breathtaking trust.
for when i do less
i do less.
and when i do less
he does more.