Golden fool,
The remnants of Calypso like ghost towns,
After the love has gone.
A rush of adrenaline,
A touch a sentiment,
Combined forces of a gorgeous remorse.

Time takes it toll,
On bones,
A brittle tone exposed,
Holes in the ground
And holes in our chest,
Where a heart used to beat.

The steam engine,
In its prime,
Looked never ending on that train tracks spine,
Minds twisted in a deluded guise,
That couldn't call time,
In the time of our lives.

Tell them the one about the skeleton son,
Tip toes protruding through the soil where we dug that day,
Under the beating sun,
The sweat dripped like honey,
To the body stuck in the mud,
Absorbed by the rotting corpse,
But lifeless in form,
Forever more.

Forever yours,
Calypso town x