As ever, the darkness/ the light

pretenders who knew & liked me
now are likely
just gone.
Sure I'm sullen,
I am surly,
but surely less vague.
Must one
who won't find his feet
forego freely his fog,
part with his mists of his
heart, his spells, on his own bog?
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she rolled her head on my arm
from side to side in the dark
not long after lovemaking.
When I asked her why she shook her head
she admitted she & sleep were working out;
when birds nest the weather warms, NO,
where it's warm then birds will settle.