I miss u more br than all my tomorrows br these futile lines br bleed heartfelt sorrow br bemused regret br that falls on only br deaf ears br & mute heart br clenched like a fist br in your beautiful body br to tell u these words br & have u respond br anything... br anything, would do br & yet i know br this miracle does not exist br in this world br that this gift is something br u don’t wish to give br or do not have to give to me br the false illusion of your love br has fooled me deeply br pulled me deeply into u br my senses dazzled br with the promise of u br with this fiction br of my own construction br these words br will possibly amuse u br take time to get thru to u br confirm your judgement of me br find a shallow grave br within your hearth br burning br close to your heart br stoked with limbs of love br but they must be said, br these things, this way. br For this, is my lonely, last attempt, br at love.