Is Love

5:20 AMTracy Chapman


Baby can I hold you…

My bed is so far away 

The only real sounds in the house are the loud ceiling fan and the ice maker reminding me

Again and again

A fading picture 

A coin never tossed

An X on a map never discovered 

The secrets we only share in our final moments of life

They are all lies we tell ourselves anyway

Again and again

Waiting for the end of darkness 

When all that ever really is

Is Love
Tanis Justice 2016(c)