Last Thing Before

More than half
Expecting you to be here
I brought this
With me
To share
With you
Hoping it might
Bring us joy
Of sorts
And a smile
Of sorts
Could be a wish
And you thinking
There may be something beyond
Meaning
My job was done
Clichés like hooks
Dangling all shiny
Inviting
Predators of sorts
Simple beings
Simple complex beings
To nibble and bite
Into my preordained pain
Knowing nothing
Of how it might feel
On the end of their hook
Our collective hooks
She smiled
A genuine smile
Always a good sign
And my wanting mind
Felt peace
Relaxed
And nothing
And sleep
And ...