she steals the dull beats from my heart
and casually discards them
as if I have more to spare
she crowds my day
and lies awkwardly within me as I sleep
she is the reason I smile without warning
and the prayer that I don't want answering
she is the unattainable moment
and the empty space between my arms
but I am ok with that
as this man has lived a thousand lives
and with far less in each
and besides
I am just too old for this shit
