The Decay Of Loving

I FELL IN LOVE, WITH

THE LOOK OF IT. IN MANY WAYS

IT WAS A PLANNED EXAMPLE

 

                NEVERMIND.

 

 

                        I LEFT YOU THERE, YOUR

                        FINGERS GRASPING AT THE DEAD

                               

LEAVES, YOU LOOKED ALONE.

 

 

I THINK I FELT AFRAID.

THAT WHEN YOU WOKE YOU WOULD

REMEMBER MY HASTY WORDS.

 

 

[YOU’RE JUST A GHOST TO ME NOW.]

Reviews

[Virtuosa X]

However brief, this poem explains a great deal. I like it.