Maybe/Tonight

Maybe the night with you will come

someday

but tonight is not that night

Tonight is a night of hot tea steaming

in my nostrils and curling around

my hands and hair

Tonight is the night of dark sweet chocolate

melting around my tongue and

slowly infusing with tears

Tonight is a night for twisting faded flowers

together into a bouquet of wishes

to ponder as it crumbles

Tonight is a night to be serenaded by all

the wounded hearts who've

come before

Maybe someday the night will come

when I can pour myself into you

when I can let my worries slide away

in your embrace

but

tonight, I will pour my words out

onto a blank emotionless page

a simple consolation

despite the lack of commiseration

but for you is

a poor substitute