The reason you ache
is the Beloved has to drag you
kicking and screaming into heaven,
while you keep your death grip on the sharp rocks.
The reason you feel empty
is you’ve spent yourself on excuses.
The reason you’re tired is it’s hard work
to run away.
Aw, forget it.
Just give in
and let the Beloved
pick you right up
and carry you off like a prize,
like a sleeping child.
October 17, 2019