Stained Monochrome Wings

Forlorn Retrospect

10-02-13

I will give, and give until futility kicks in;

lying as I reminisce

to a sweeter time.

Those live-wired, long nights

of love-making and togetherness.

Bringer of salvation.

High school dances and Chunk.

Sushi dates, cigarettes, sex, Sadie's.

Magic and card games.

I won't have another like you.

Now these supposed 'love' bites

line my skin;

blemishing,

branding, bruising me.

Soon to fade from

forlorn skin.

I don't want anymore,

not these

impassive emotions

infectious.

Before the fall,

I languish over a lover not yet lost;

ambiguity, contemplation.

Hesitation.

I won't know

you don't know.

I wish we knew.