there is a wretchedness
as illusive as
sunlight
it comes from the
moments of incompletion

you remember where
you have not yet been
the days are fast
the nights long and brutal
you look at yourself
the only true enemy
a comrade you cannot win.

it comes, it comes down
with leaves
it comes comes down
with rain
it comes down as she
finishes you.
today she is gone.
everything will kill,
today.