I wish I could say,
"I wish I never met you"
and truly mean it

He's a lover, not a fighter. They said.

I fail to see the distinction. She said.

Love is the greatest fight of all.

she's tremendous gravity
caught in orbit , I
fell for her all of my life

Oh where has my good friend gone?
I'm longing for my Autumn song
Since June I irked to hear the tune
Oh where has my good friend gone?

Perhaps he's lost in a shroud of smoke
Or hid behind my flask
Or altogether had a stroke
and rendered me a mask

Perhaps I let him get to close
Or took his time for granted
Perhaps he's wilted as a rose
Whose death the Sun commanded

Perhaps he's still alive and well
Perhaps I'll never know
Or walking lost like me in hell
below a laughing Crow

Come brothers, come sisters
Were having a feast
I'll tell you the tale
Of the man and the beast

The world is a beast
With no head to speak
And God but a Man
With no legs to stand

With nowhere to go
The Man climbed atop
The beast so subdued
With no way to stop

The beast was ashamed
For she was below
she carried the man
For she couldn't say no

The beast trotted on
While the man was light
But the reins in his mouth
Began to feel tight

The Man amassed
As beast succumbed
He'd forgotten at last
Who he stole his legs from

The beast was lost
in a maze of Man
A dire cost
just to stand

I love you, stranger.