Unless you are part of that future.  I humor myself by believing I could know ever night muscles
y weep and muffled bark.  For a second  I allow myself to hold on to hope and wish for you.  The same wall that is currently killing the spirit of a lonely dog.  I tried to show you the meaning.  I caress the mangy cat and he quickly turns and runs into the night.  I drop to the floor suddenly drained as though  thinking of you took everything out of me.  It is an incredible combination of  turmoil and independence.  Random thoughts taking over the nearly unbearable dreams.  I am saddened by the realization.  Trying to quick forward to a more pleased time.  I hold up my hand selfishly trying to stop the wind; to somehow clarify there are no more pleased times other than the few moments before the sun rises.  The crickets make the music for the seemingly forbidden dance.  What is left if not hope?  I close my eyes allowing the soothing wise wind to show me the way.  I pause.  Our like was more  than the ability to classify it into one cliche or another.  The sun drains me or maybe it is the people, yet the moonbeams re-energize