“In secret we met—
Lord Byron – When we two parted
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?—
With silence and tears.”
We enter
A new set target
Well …
It’s not that fresh
Re-heated dish
To divert our taste
From the rotten
Apples
A new goal
Which will give us
A bit of time and space
When the room is sparce
And it’s more about
Visibility
Where the time
Is still short
But at least
We can breathe
I hadn’t looked
At a woman
With such
Hopeless devotion
Since I last saw M.
Until yesterday
Looking at R.
Looking somewhere else
Totally drawn in
And I hadn’t looked
At gin
With such attentive longing
However brief
For so long
Until yesterday
And it hadn’t crossed my mind
How delightful it would have felt
My wheel braking off
At 100 mph
Since
I loved G.
Until yesterday
So call it,
Self-preservation
Years go by
And I am getting
More skilled
Manipulating
The reality
I imagine
The feelings
Stay the same
“Lovers in the night
Poets tryin’ to write
We don’t know, how to rhyme
But damn we try”
Lady Gaga – Always remember us this way