My father and my
Lover died
The self same day
And flew away to
A woman who had just conceived.
They were born as twins,
And I believe
They'll love again someday.

But as for me,
I'll never be born again,
Or love anyone
The way I did them.

I will walk forever more
Through every shut and open door,
No matter.
As deaf to every idle chatter
As I am to the voices in my head
Of the living and the dead.

A rolling stone,
Cool, aloof, and so alone
That even grief won't try to clutter
My mind with it's salty, 80 proof lies.

-jenn