A fire it slowly rages,
as the ember it just,
a c h e s,
a sign of her reminders,
of the long and past mistakes,

In a jar above his mantle,
only ashes of her remain,
a small but stark reminder,
of the love she gave in vain.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Your face was in my dream again last night.
I'm not sure when I can expect this to stop happening.
This subconscious need is becoming habitual,
Almost as frequently as the conscious one,
Like all the times your name appears in my search history.
Not that I can see anything,
Not that anything I can imagine
Is an active representation of who you are now,
But because somewhere, despite all my exhausted efforts
My heart is still playing out our story.
My heart still fights with the endings,
So it makes up new ones,
Spins images into happier realities.

Lights gazing
Shadows pass by
Whispers and murmur
Never reaching my prize
Multitude of chaos
Altitude of difference
Even amongst the crowdy mob
I stay amending my angry sob
As drastic as the light and night
Will I always seem like an unreliant ghost
Never bothered or cared
As i stand alone with a silent stare
Days pass by
Seasons glide by
But still am like the Happy Prince
With metal tears to be covered till brims
Alone and ghostly I will ever stay
My story with just a bit of a change

Immortal
Is our love,
It's just us that is,
Mortal.

I write about you
All the time
I wish you'd read it
Just to see how much I care
But at the same time
I would be so terrified
That you
The one and only
My dream girl
My beautiful darling
Would deny me