it’s two o’clock and i’m awake,
i’ve only slept two hours;
i guess i’ll try the daily prompt
and stretch my blogging powers

the patron saint of something
that’s the thought i must pursue;
some cause i would stand up for, or,
something i like to do –

in all i’ve written here, i see
one subject comes across:
i think, perhaps, i should be
patron saint of love and loss

the patron saint of all who know
just what it is to love,
only to find out in the end
it wasn’t near enough

for love’s a fleeting shadow that
escapes from our embrace;
that vanishes at evening time
and leaves without a trace

it would be better if i wrote
after enough I’d slept —
and best of almost anything
is to have loved and kept

instead of loved and lost, but then –
and you know this is true –
nobody wants to love and lose:
it is just what
we do
 

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A True Saint