She told me
that the air tastes of
nothing
but
nostalgia and arsenic

I found her green in the face
Sick on half hearted lovers

Maybe it was just the puff bar

In my mind there is a house

And I have flung the doors wide open

Only to find it empty

In the distance, I  heard rubber against the pavement

But it wasn't your car

I think....

I think

I am   wasting my life    away

Because all these  hands   have   ever
built is destruction

And  they are  

h
  e
    a
       v
          y

weighted down    by  many forgotten  dreams

Many     unlived lives


And I   am so tired...

I told you I'd wait a thousand lifetimes for you

But little do you know the lifetimes I already lived before you.

I hope one day we will not have
to

h
   I
      d
         e

She does not meet my gaze
as she enters, she sees me
and exorcises me with a bleak past.

Her consort sailor, sick or moribund.
She felt lonely, herself and only
considers thoughts
to another life with someone else.

Her eyes value
phantasms swimming.
She is a prisoner and beckons me away.