Don't pretend

to be an angel

fallen.

or a star

lost in this

black velvet

night.


I trusted you.

you mistrusted

me. and now

our lives lie

like marbles

rolling in

different

arcs

across your

bedroom floor.


unrehearsed paths

racing each other

to nowhere

imparticular.


emotional outcasts

thrown from

our brief existence

to love's oblivion,


with no

future and

barely a past in

sight.


And in the

morning  light

we are not

what we intended

nor promised to

each other to  be,

we are so

much less.


clowns with masks

broken in two.

rainbows only

bleeding black

and white,

shadows of

what we

used to be ,

seeds never

taking root

in love.