My Love Escapes

My love escapes, leaving my

head to spin on a merry-go-round that

goes up and down, round and round,

on and on, lighting a 

fire growing hotter 

and hotter with indignation. 

My love tries to return, reducing my

voice to whispers, fogged with emotion that

grows

emphatic after nights of

a cold, which sent a trembling 

pitch of sticky, wet misunderstanding 

that sent terrible 

sounds of loneliness  

to an empty place in

him... and in me, where  

like an abandoned babe we were left

yelling.