Two cradle
The two loves
In my life,
Bracing myself for implosion
Admitting that my heart
Is a selfish one,
A greedy one,
A fornicating feverish

One.

Unbridled in affection
She left and I left
We left one another
I see her cross memories
Memories good and bad and
Worse
We are friends and not friends
We are no longer lovers
We were nothing and everything
To each other then and

Now.

At least I kept my heart, well,
At least part of it.
I suppose I'm glad I left some with her.
She can have it, even if she doesn't want it.
She can have it, even if she doesn't think she has it.
She has it.
She does.
I know she does for I feel the

Void.

Shifting perspectives
Swearing allegiance to the winds
Making believe
Once again.
The mirror has rusted over
All I see are smears of the past and the future.
I want to question everything
But everything
Never gives me an exact

Answer.

A rock is rock the same as
A lover is a lover that was a lover
That could be another lover
At a later date.

I'm not hopeful
I'm not supposed to be.

Somebody, maybe a friend,
Told me

That.