be gone from me

I grow sick from all your

questions

I grow tired of your

restless pacing

the back and forth of

internal bantering

never enough, it is

never enough

and now look at you

look, look, look

at you, age creeping in

unnoticed in your height of passion

sinking its nails

into flesh now overripe

sagging like a crone with no teeth

where does all your

wanting leave you now?