juliet and romeo

my juliet waits
restless and impatient
she looks at the stars
" the moon is lost...
is god dead??"
and there my romeo,
explaining how to format lap-tops
to any rosalind he would never know
the knot in his throat growing.
my juliet tells her mother,
"i have insomnia. i can't sleep."
romeo thinks,
"two hours more to eleven and then..."
11 o' clock.
a virgin coke by his side
the lap-top in front
my hero reclines on the floor
in a cluttered nook
strumming his love
trying to untie the knot
his voice is lost
his love is not.
11 o'clock.
juliet listens to a heart
a thousand miles away
she feels his pain
serenading the knot away
she could die again for him
and she hopes she die.
tomorrow.
she pauses at the mirror
and flashes a smile