I read what you wrote, and I knew I had it coming They say that someday the first will be last Nothing goes so nice and orderly My Love Shall Not Crawl Away
Not quite like that, my oldest friend Let us talk and kiss once again
I have let you down? Imagine me, in the snow, All that hope
Yet all the years of expecting nothing Taught me how to listen, how to gird myself Against
You ever breaching this fortress Of other potential Assassins
But our mothers can't climb this high I'm ready to strike mine if she dared Dead 13 years, but that won't stop me Nothing will, just the thought of you
Forget it. I ask you, forget us. If one of us can escape this net Such strange thing without a name
I want it I need it I hope it
Will be you.
~*~
2018
sometimes you have to let the poetry go, even if it isn't right at all. . . .