We Too Shall Learn

How many more nights

will trouble the soundness of sleep,

you ask, turning to your side
and a blind eye to light
making it improbable

for the tips of your fingers to trace

the surface of this stream

where dreams gather as dust,

from which we shall return

and return we shall to the incantations

we roll in and out of our tongues,

the rendezvous of romance

as told by the moon, its boon

our intertwined limbs already dissolving

in furrowed sheets

tonight, the same night we learn

there will be tempests beyond reason,

no season can ever be fruitful

with the satellite dimming
against the storm clouds,

no question shall come to rest

when we stare out the window

and see nothing but leaves shivering,

telling us that tonight, we too shall learn

there is a fall deeper than our hearts.

Distance X

I am bound to fail
Whenever confronted with the problem—

Train A travels at speed so and so,

Leaves a place so and so, heading toward

This place so and so, which is so and so miles away.

At the same time, Train B, traveling at a speed so and so,

Leaves a place so and so, and heads toward the place Train A left.

When do the two trains meet?

In an attempt to answer, I'd list down the given.

It's a haunting space not even
The most accurate calculators can solve.

Distance has always been hard to figure out.

Now that I'm past all scholarly tests on paper

I still fail to grasp the solution and ponder

What thoughts could've been

Circling in your head as the train you took

Transports you miles away from home.

The miles will extend,
become worried oceans and grassier lands.

There will be a slight tremble in spirit,
that will eventually turn into an earthquake
Devastating a great city of memory.

Upon the debris will be a discovery

of someone's inability to comprehend

numbers and goodbyes.