sonnet 17.7.13.

What swept aside the sweetest soul Id met?
Wheres his wink his wry humor his wise brain?
Wheres his empowering smile to buffer pain?
Wheres his wild plan to further pleasure yet?
Is certainty the sinking safety net?
Is lust worth labour sweated stinky stain?
Is love true blunt and naive against the grain?
Is history our monumental bet?
I lengthen his odd list of loves and hates
While hes around the house he hums and broods
And he avoids the set of diary dates
And he enjoys old friends in futile feuds
The other day we clicked and laughed a lot
Today I strive to sync though he wakes not
Chorus lot mass pile