The Jabberwock

too often I find less of you to love in the wake of my better half

too often I am mourning a capsized lifeboat

as I see you shrinking on the horizon 

there were days when we saw each other and our hearts leapt 

but your heartbeat is waning now

you laugh about how you’re waning

I can’t hear my heartbeat anymore you smile

there is less of me, there is less to hate

I haven’t spoken to my mother in a while

you laugh it’s been days since I last ate

I know what you mean

your hearts song has been drowned out by voices pleading stagnation

so long

you do the begging on your own now

you are so keen on taking your own life

I will take it myself

I will deliver it 

to a flotation device of your own design

that you won’t celebrate the hollows of but what you fill it with

I will take it 

and with it will make music louder than the dark coaxing of a foreign voice

nourish it with the love it doesn’t hear of everyday, sing it in your mother’s tongue 

this life

worthy and young is too precious to let it diminish to the empty of a new moon 

because we don’t get this back

if we lose this life to the feeling of cold water in the empty stomach of a creaking boat

it will not come back in a week

we will never see its glow again

I can’t know when your body became rigid stone you erode away at

but if you want it gone so bad

I will take your life and find it a home

cradle it in my arms like your mother did you

I will hold onto it until you want to live it as much I want you to