keep them for a while

my nights are long and lonely
and sleep is as illusive as an eel
in the depths where corals
even wish to die

i keep on remembering
what stories you keep on telling me
before we parted

tomorrow morning my eyes sink
deeper like a boat in a whirlpool
black dusts gather around the
the socket emptied of its lighthouse

perhaps i will write these stories
and keep them for a while
perhaps i will learn nothing
and throw them all away
like those old days that ruin
what foundations of love we
have set, so shall we, too,
must destroy.