I think you wanted me to sing

What is wrong with me, dear lover,
Speak, what is the thing?
I am running -
But I think you wanted me to sing.

Creation is the Good
That much I understood.
It's what fills the world with meaning, what sprinkles it with joy.
It's what helps hold high this honour, it is what guides the way.

I am grasping, grabbing, trying -
damn, I so wanted you to stay
That day, was a creation,
That day, we came so close.

In the end, we never made it,
In the end, it just slipped by.
Look at me - still here, still trying,
And failing, every time.

On the way back to the madina, Summer 2019