where along the path
did i lose my faith?

what dropped me down from the
white,eternally hopeful
land of romantics?

i'd like to say it was you, but i don't know if you

if you
if the way you held me against you
if the way your eyes followed my form
if you

deserve that much credit.

we tend to romanticize the dead.
i think we do that to our lost loves, too.