Hopelessness

With clink of 

Glasses against

The warmth of a

Smoky fireplace.

A subtle emotion,

Bittersweet,

Of seemingly never

Ending place. 

I remember a

Japanese phrase,

That means

"I love you".

I say it loud 

Without proper

Pronounciation. 

But it bounces

Back from the

Shabby South-wall,

Like a song of a

Long lost dawn.

To which I dance

Artlessly,

Remembering all

The abrupt good-byes.

And life now has

Come down to a

Sort of insomnia borne

Jolt of awareness,

That I'll die one day

And eventually,

Move on.