In the heat

Of a midsummer

Night’s fantasy, you

Asked me if

You were enough

And I was

Too young, too

Foolish, too far

Gone to tell

You truthfully – your

Bounty was more

Than my deepest

Fantasies ever could

Create. Eighteen was

Too young to

Be honest about

What I wanted

But honesty has

A much better

Sound with three

Years of living,

*******, and dreaming

Behind me.

Now

You are nineteen,

Still too young

To be honest

And this heart

Breaking waltz plays

On. Cheerful melodies

Of emptiness, never

Changing, never ceasing,

Never moving forward.

We are trapped

By our age

And time will

Only tell how

This story will

Play out and

When its ending

Will come at

Last. How silly

I was to

Know that the

Promises we made

To each other’s

Flesh and the

Music we wrote

Across our faces

Were not to

Last forever – we

Each only know

Pieces of the

Song that made

Us complete but

Also completely miserable.

I keep looking

For the words

But somehow I

Know we only

Etched our lyrics

In your eyes

During that midsummer

Night’s fantasy heat.