Nicholas Alexander

The Lost Charm

We talk of lots and yet nothing comes to us
We walk a ways and come back and prays
it's gone to us
we talk in ways that make us stray but
its too long before her song lets him in
taste mocks the air that burdens a breath
make it sound heavy like crying when you sigh
and the loss of independence is soft
and unless you go to the post and empty envelopes
you are lost in falling stocks
your belief system
under shock, stops