Taxi Toy

Death's finger

drills a hole through my head as we speak

or don't speak

no sleep

no reply.

We clung to each other

like children screaming in the night.

My problem to your problem to my problem

and yet for all the reassurance

we can't help 

we can't heal

love isn't enough.

There are so many miles

between us

and that Old Country of hard-won dawns

secrets giggled in purple

curling next to you in bed.

We hold each other now

as ghosts on pedestals-

or at least, I do.

I spun through the night for you

avoided reflections

let you squeeze me like a safety blanket.

I want to ressurect you.

You aren't enough.

And I'm too much.