Today there is no fluidity.
No breathtaking analogies.
Just simple, poor, old me
And these tears that creep too easily down my cheeks.

Do you know what the hardest thing is?
Knowing with every fiber of my being
That no future passion can match
The one we had
Cradled in each other's arms
Two frail, broken souls
Two crashed and burned worlds
Irrevocably at each other's disposal.

I want that.
I want you.
More now than any other time before.

With complete awareness of your insanity
With sound believe in your cruelty
I know
When the grass withers
When stars burn out:

*You may have loved me first
But I will *always love you last of all.