We existed as entropy confined
Subsequently sweet was bitter
At first all that was gratifying:
ruined,
having shared them with you.

Time is fairly decent in the way of continuing
Still some nights I lie in a candlelit bath
wishing you well.

A cigarette resting between shaky fingertips
I recall crooked, half smiles,
the sound of my name on your lips.
Trivial actions that resonated to be recalled as profound.

Paths had been forged and left unforgivable,
nevertheless as existence possesses a neutral steadiness
my soul settled in absence.
I just wish to know my love,
Are you still lost?
All I can do is wish you well.