How do we escape
this beautiful trap we have made?
We always complicate
the little things.
I was inspired
by your face,
it shone with promise
I could never equate.
I built a palace
for your pain.
An indiscretion,
I know;
one of many.
You were a violet
in my ivory tower.
I couldn’t banish you,
so I left here,
another exile.
What is it about us,
that we always create
situations
we need to be rescued from?
What is it about you
that drives me to make
the most wonderful,
total
mistakes?
HG – 2020
