Penelope’s Song


I’m tired.
Don’t talk to me of love or friendship,
but take me in your arms.
Don’t say a word,
but kiss me.

All night I studied the darkness in your heart and mine,
and struggled with truths and lies and half-truths, yours and mine,
and now I face you naked with the bitterest truth of all:

                                We stand alone.
                                We stand alone, my love.
                                We stand alone… if we can stand at all.

Pavlos Andronikos