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


Struggle and




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