U R
august for augustus
home for fall of rome
a crouton in my ceasar
guilty, I cry seize-her.
I M
deluded in this melting ***
J F K
after-shot
wasting time, thinking thots
the apple of my eye slowly rots
all for the soil, a new seed sews
all in time, my heart grows.

Times will change, I shan't resist
just know my love, you will be missed.