Saturday, November 3, 2012

once again (and

probably to the end

of this horrible sojourn)

the past I grew up in

and loved more in retrospect

than in the actual living

will haunt my thoughts

and shake my heart

with all I should have done

and didn't

or wanted to do and couldn't

the loves that went stale

(my commitments

to lovers that turned into

horror shows of karmic strife

that ruined all intent

on amendment and absolution)

and the loves that came too late

(the kindred souls I should

have had coming a generation

after the good we could have had

oh my sister why here? why now?)

but after all

all come to this dissolution

this run out of luck or grace

this end of the line

where our whole love swells

and once again the darkness falls...

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