I thought I knew you
But who could you really be?

Like a mystic floating
I’ve lost the desire to find you
Hidden beneath the leaves and grass
Like insects made novel

You became what I thought wouldn’t
Although, I guess it should have been predictable

Like movies played in inverse
You told me what I expected last
As if it were the beginning
That started with a goodbye

My eyes have seen the drought, your drought
That you have slain upon me
Amassing the herds in packs
Slurping the nectar from its core

Lost like maps forgotten
I’ve seen the path past its due
Detached from the purpose it began with
Until it no longer became a feasible entity

I smiled once
Some time ago, when you would do the same
As if it were impossible to replicate
In these modern times of your shield and sword

A block was made in timely fashion
Directing the future
To behave in accordance to the chalked outline
That guided your thoughts rationally

It were as if wilts became blooms
A retraction from the *** itself

Open disposal systems function as minutes follow seconds
Free to churn the timbers of thought
That cascade down upon yourself
Like compliments showering the undeserving

Could it be that once, a decision was made in reaction to
The plan of something ethereal
Instead of actions done for oneself
To be shed like coats unwanted