late night
up
making love to his voice
and his voice alone
but i am alone
realizing that we are done
your timid actions
i once deemed sweet
now seem young, spilling out deceit
and i now lay
in our defeat
more in my own
we took in our prime
when i thought i loved a saint
i was merely a fool
reciting out your lines
as a means to control
what out
comes
and i can only be humbled by this