Spirit

I haven’t the spirit.
Today has arrived enveloped by the placenta of yesterday’s memories
Finite dreams warmed in a Mother’s womb.

I haven’t the spirit.
To nod my head to say hello
To speak those niceties dancing off these walls
Or to speak of love before it falls

I haven’t the spirit
To chase your kiss creeping in the dirt
I haven’t the spirit
I haven’t the spirit

Where is that scintillating key?