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so much missing

versus

so little you

what a contrast

my heartbreak's finest hour

every sad love song

bemoans my complete failure

to even remotely understand

'This Loveless Now'

that's been thrust so cruelly

upon me

my eyes reveal my waning spirit's

disenchantment

I can see you still in everything

yet I feel you less and less

now in nothing I do

fear plays its favorite farce

of torturing my usual pretty lips

into a disbelieving tremble

just where have you gone

besides far, far from my love

these tears know nothing more

than how to fall

in un spared unison

violently mistaken

from the death mask of my hope's

fading eyes

and dribble miserably upon

these cold hands that expose to

you my shaken despair

was I never nothing to you

and if I wasn't

when did I become just that

less than nothing

just a distrustful stranger

who's hand you wouldn't even willingly

upon introduction choose to shake

don't you at least owe me that

even the new you that has no obvious

conscience to speak of today

I think would agree...............

(Jan. 29, 2000 245am)