Some nights
I just don’t feel
like words
can come
and solve
a thing.
Like when I’m
down to
utterance
of sound
without
much a
direction.
These are
the nights
I love you
like a bell
loves those
who listen
to its toll,
but wishes it
could do
more than
repeat
itself.
Wishes it
could find
a way
to make
the nights
more lively.
Even as
the ones
it loves
follow their
schedules,
listening.