I won't go through this again.
What's it matter
             When all I ever cared
Left reasons to be thrown away.
Isn't it enough —
To see?
To comfort?
To find familiarity
In unfamiliar love.
Each person I touch,
Is a memory.
Fading.Sweeping.
Slowly.Creeping.
To darker corners.
Unwilling.
To play their part.
This pantomime is such a bore.
Is it really so hard?
All I want
Is what you owe.

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

Speech after long silence; it is right,
All other lovers being estranged or dead,
Unfriendly lamplight hid under its shade,
The curtains drawn upon unfriendly night,
That we descant and yet again descant
Upon the supreme theme of Art and Song:
****** decrepitude is wisdom; young
We loved each other and were ignorant.

It's just another year
Nothing more of consequence
A little older, none the wiser
Endlessly repeating; attack/defence
Always losing fated falling
Is it will that I lack?
Faking faith and joy and reason
While serious as a heart attack
So let's pretend it didn't happen
No words of love on printed card
Just leave me with the bottle
Celebration shouldn't be this hard
**** this life and all I ever lost
Put to end this sorry day
All I ever learned in total —
The way to win is not to play

Through strange
misfortune
Astral coincide,
Our paths crossed.
Signals passed
Tangential sorrow
Connected
Unlikely fellows.
abstract
code
Pointed, slyly
To your door.
You helped me see
The world anew.

I learned the truth,
Today.
I heard the anger and pain
In your voice.
We're strangers again,
somehow.
No affection.
No trust.
We bark and bite.
Trying to wound.
Trembling.
The strength I had  —
Forgotten,
Like those sweet
whispered moments.
I long to leave it far behind.
To sleep in peaceful arms
and forget...
The sun is ******.
The birds don't fly.
All that once knew love
has died.

To the tune of "Red Lips"

Lonely in my secluded chamber,
A thousand sorrows fill every inch
of my sensitive being.

Regretting that spring has so soon passed,
That rain drops have hastened the falling followers,
I lean over the balustrade,
Weary and depressed.

Where is my beloved?

Only the fading grassland
stretches endlessly toward the horizon;
Anxiously I watch the road for your return.