To be human is to endure
Of a love that might have bloomed
But for a drought in the soul.
In my twenty-six years of
loving and growing
Your black eyes were the first
to reduce my shell to shimmering splinters.
We are in two opposing planes of living...
The thought of you angers and excites
reducing my resolve to hot molasses.
To say goodbye before we said hello and know
I will remember your hypnotic gaze
Long after one more myself
has replaced you.