On the pavement I sat alone, in my mind;
The feelings never leave but fade
Like the sky blending when the day dies,
Though stung hearts have poignant permanence.
Mulling over the One, year- happily so?
Anticipated tears repressed by friendship;
Firm, mechanical devoted fields barren of romance-
But I offered to fill yours with red roses
And you fell deep into the arms of another,
Light-drenched art galleries left me in the dark
And the sky turned black, your back on me,
Blanket of rejection, blank faces to my suicide.
You kept feeding me my private poison
Until immunity rattled my bones and spiked my blood.
Who am I? Who are you? Who is he?
I love that the answers smudge like damp eyes;
Bland memory fails and words stop there.