how long has it been
since you last changed yourself
always running
from what you were
shooting glamours
into the thing
you desired to be

i remember
the blazing morning glories
blossoming grief
blossoming for you
i've been to that garden
often

now just
a face washed out
like old notebooks
after the rain
dreams and fears
washed away by neglect
just one more wish
to break the heart
and one more drink
before the drowning

i could say
that you'd never be alone
but it would be
a prayer to dead gods
so i put you away
like the love of
old friends
found in an old photo album
so young
full of life

i remember
when the death bird sang
calling sorrow
calling your name
a tune i know
too well