The end of a man is a woman.

He wears a ring on a chain
laced gently around his neck.
Never to be forgotten.
Never to be dismissed.

He keeps a crinkled photograph in his wallet,
hidden for his eyes alone.
A smile so perfect across full lips
given by an unwavering, honey-eyed girl.

He doesn't sleep anymore.
Nightmares of what should have been
change who he really is.
No one really knows who that is anymore.

Memories begin to fade,
but awake by faint laughter,
by crooked smiles,
by the smell of apples and lilacs.

He maintains a lie to the curious.
A broken heart kept secret,
along with his fear of love and dreams.
Left in loneliness by the dead.

The end of a man is a woman.

To lose your heart,
To save a life.
To know the truth,
But tell only lies.

Walking by the McDonalds
Licking an ice cream cone
It's vanilla
Like his skin
There's a creeper behind him
Wearing some shades
Probably wants the kid
He has ice cream too
But NO, Ryan says
He's holding kid's hand
Wearing some sandals.

Said the Summer to the Winter:
‘Dear lover, we cannot continue
For the autumn months condemn us both
To live alone, across the oceans.’

Said the Winter to the Summer:
‘My love, how I shall miss you.
But ever if you look beyond the autumn
There I shall be standing,
Few else alive but me. And to see
Your face from so many months away,
Amid a crowd of life:
It shall be enough.’