The past came back to bite me again tonight
Hungry he was, hungrier than the hounds of hell themselves
Tearing off another piece so viciously
And so unexpected...he's quiet you know
Sneaking in with his non-reflective eyes
there's no warning
His talons are the reminder, in actual time,
That nothing has changed.
The past the same as the present
only later....
after he waited so patiently
until his appetite was more than he could withstand
ravenous, bloodthirsty he is
And I thank him.
Good friends, he and I.
Always arriving in time
To grant another wound I can lick
and a scar I can appreciate
Bringing another revelation that a ***** in a bikini is easier to look at
Than a beautiful soul......
A purposeless, lonely, beautiful soul.
Thank you my friend.
I enjoyed your visit.
Come back and see me soon.
Come hungry.

At mile marker thirteen,
everything is numb.
Around the block time and again,
the cycle never done.

Too many greetings, hellos and goodbyes.
Too many crossings, too many sighs.
The rush has ceased, the thrill is gone.
Brow quite furrowed, face quite drawn.

Might there be a pothole?
Or perhaps a steep incline?
Hell, I'd even take a head-on,
Just to feel this heart of mine.

It feels like coming home.
An inner warmth when I enter.
The smells of comfort food.
Like another world, another's life.
A day without agenda.
Glutton without remorse.
Robe and slippers and cocoa.
A crackling fire.
A swollen heart.
All is right.
You feel like coming home.

You gave so much to me,
And I, .....nothing to you.
And so today, I guess the pain,
Inflicts right where it's due :(

I suppose you will never know...
Just how many tears that I cry,
When I sit and recollect the years,
That we have shared, just u and I.
Or how many regrets that I carry,
That seem to get heavier every day,
From knowing that I can't go back;
That what we had has gone away.
And I suppose you'll never know,
Just how much I loved you before,
And knowing that you'll never know,
Makes me love you that much more.

They ran out of love today
Just not enough for me.
The line dispersed, I headed home
As lonely as could be

I had some once,  long ago
I threw it all away
Right now I sure could use a bit
But they ran out today

Just how many figure eight ***** does one need?  
More than one ? Perhaps.  
I guess as many as it takes to get the right answer.