Queries.
at Now\'s surreal boundary
where Should meets mind\'s edges
loss presents sense
with untimely lamenting
as pebble-tough questions
appear underfoot,
when sting of saline rimes
tear-wet cheeks
in unwelcome patches
as stress faces finality and sad
queries reason by
asking things not understood,
here, as Endings defeatingly
mingle with joys of
Beginnings does deceit\'s hold
ever let go for belief
to flow on again
in one who so willingly
young-love at first undertook ?