I don’t want to sing this song today.

I’m not in the mood to hold the refrain or the train of
This thought that facts and figures it out 
what it means to be
Without
The me that I was with You.

Because it isn’t just the You that I am missing.
It is the Them.
The Plural You and i in motion through a
World so big and full of both
Vipers and oaths
Those perfect promises we thought were enough to charm asps, and
For a time

It was 
There was a Them In singularity, 
i as a definition that always refers
Back
To the entry defined as You. My him. 
Then

And now. Through those last horrible
rasps. I don’t want

Another chorus 
today.

I can’t bear another verse.