evaporated...
extended...
the mock of lovers eyes
the only real admirer...
just another person to despise
as life shoves another coal on the fire...

for decades we blink unholy lies
and expire with the remnants
of love in our minds....

an arrow of misfortune swallowed by every callous desire...

our younger years determine our laughter,
our divorced emotion from youthful mistakes,
the casual choices of unmeasured moments
and the bitter sweat left from directionless focus...

i winter in regret with memories of locust,
the springtime pageant
where i feel this pain again,
and i once again pretend that all is well
and there is no reason for love to descend,
into my orchard of pale fruit,
my flesh of unused pursuits

all the old hurts,
the rain of succession...

my past dismembered and dissected,
cutthroat memories of times best forgotten,
the lips and the skin
of someone i cant imagine ever touching...

the refrain of a catholic burial procession,
dressed in black's and white's,
reasons for being right and uptight,
but i cant ignite the blaze.
or ignore the heavenly haze over everything i believe
over the nights and the days
of the casual supposed distant memories...

like a work of art covered in hypocritical glaze
i'm beneath a bridge
built on unforgiveable ties
waiting for the bricks
waiting to forget
our partnership and our ungranted prayers
where we love each other and commit...
and thank god for every moment