There are some things

There are some things

I will never understand

like the aching gap

'tween me

and what, I thought

I’d surely find by now.

instead, I stand

in coffee warm kitchen:

wondering

will the love I bear

forever,

overflow?

Onto the countertop

No precious cup

to hold it?

When

I find

that moonbright chalice

Shall I love thee

til death do part?

for this, would be art.