I Pray You’ll Never Know (My Final Ode)

Have I over estimated
the omnipotence
of literary terms?

Have I written you
my final ode?

Will the words I’ve sent
suffocate
any dormant hope?

I pray endlessly to the gods,
to any that might listen,
I pray endlessly
to any that might respond.

How lonely am I
without your retort,
you will never know.
How hypnotic
the redundancy of waiting
can be on the soul.

I pray you’ll never know!

Worry for me not,
this spell is two decades old.

I’ve fooled myself
into believing it a lullaby.

In my own sick way;
pathetically,
this is good-bye.