vervain______

she says
i hope
we can
get together
today
and
i feel like hell
with a
as always
and
what's new?
there is nothing to say
on this end,
my end,
now.
there is only a thick silence
no more
wasted words /
expressed worry
though
the worry is here
giving off
its own quiet waves.
she never could
take care of herself.
she could be dying of thirst
and still she would bring me
water first
she brings me
the water first
everyday
and i worry
but i love her
and we laugh
we are both pessimists
we have laughs
dispite
the tragedy.