Drink All the Beers

Unbearable 

Feelings, unspeakable

Even if we talk all night,

Drink all the beers,

Take everything off…

Still existential pathos

Of our isolation

Is sealed in our souls.

Grief

Ever-fixed…

We can never feel enough

To be free

(Faith can move mountains,

But we will never have enough).

Somewhere in time

We lived a life,

You and me,

And Walt Whitman at the window

Peeking in, smiling of course.

Somewhere, perhaps it was a dream,

Perhaps that’s more than enough:

Fallen asleep, alone

We are finally free 

To be as one. 

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