I never asked for memories.
I wanted moments,
I wanted now!
Not a head full
of fading ghosts,
regrets,
and pain that doesn’t justify
what I’ve done,
or who I am.
I wanted more days
that open with us
tangled in the sheets
and pure, yellow sunlight
painting your face.
Your lips as soft
as anything I can imagine.
Your eyes drinking me in,
until I am and empty vessel.
I would give all the rest
for more of that,
but in the end,
it is all me.
Muddled up man,
counting his contradictions,
holding on to Heaven
while standing in Hell,
or maybe
it’s the other way around.
I guess it doesn’t matter,
I’m going to die some day.
So babe,
I’m going to close my eyes
and come back to bed.
HG – 2020