Twas a time of beauty
The hours of love
The feeling of care and caring
Soft —
A place to fall
A kiss, a nuzzle, a midnight cigarette:
Things I miss
I cannot cry,
It seems
For a drought makes my lips
Not so kissable
Was this journey real?
Or, did I dream it?
Was it all a fiction
I don’t know
I begin to tire
Tired of this world
Tired of constant
Fucking
Struggle and
Ache
In the beginning
You were such solace
Such hope
Such rest
The Atlantis of a truer heart
But life
Being what it is
Lashed at you
Lashed at me
Until we became
Nothing like our words