Remember the Poems I gave to you
in the afternoon haze of those Autumn days.
The golden hour was in between us
as the birds sang their nightly Lullabies.
Yet, I know the dark lies
spoken as the sun set her sleepy head.
I put more faith in my tattered lies
than you did.
I've seen your body
move,
slower,
an
d
******>wer.
toward the
cold reflections in the moonlight.
moonlight in the cold reflections.