waiting

if i wait long enough
it will go away.
if i ignore this cough,
it will be gone in may.
confusion comes and goes,
solutions disappear before they arrive.
i hope this sniffling in my nose
will be elsewhere at five...
confusion is better
(gone is the silence)
when my mind chatters...
love
is a sad beauty-
picking up broken pieces
of dishes that all at once clattered,
crying at the loss
smiling at the thoughts and memories...
(bleeding unknowingly
from the glass cuts,
absorbed by ghostly matters
of what used to be
and no longer is.)