If only every grievance
Was as much fun to
Bear
As this happens to be
This past is ever
Fresh
On my misguided
Trail
& our clever slips
From reality
Are far from over
Even though I'll always
Be cast far from
Consideration
My patience gathers in
Shallow waters
At the foot of your bed
& you've kindly given me
The cold to go
& grow along with it
I can hardly be
Satisfied with the change
In my endeavors
As long as the dark
Beneath my eyes
Has a place
To call its home
& you can hardly be
Bothered
With the taste of my
Warning
When I failed to mention
That all you gave
Will never be
Enough.