Boson

Was our story one quick kiss? 
Something given in drunken 

earnest, barely Boson detectable

Like, particle collider passion

Pop, stop 

Next years dalliance already

pre-determined I'm averaging

out at one moment of salvation

for an eon of spiritual starvation

Perhaps something deep inside

needs rejuvenation Otherwise

I'll die alone 

That's not a poetry

but it is a truth