and quick now
like a wink from an escape artist
with dyed black hair and dark eye shadow
so deep her eyes fade then invade into heart.
I need a change
like that forever tearful night in Georgetown
when I wrote on the back of that napkin
where lonely as I am tonight
I depended on your love – on you.
is one word I rarely use
as night is the color
of alone and black
is a hue of not-perhaps
defined and definite sans new opportunity
fends away fear
offering a last chance.
I am and was
who became one-tenth the man I could have become
which is more than less
but this is not over yet.