Lover who Loves

 

Trying to describe

from memory

never finds the words,

they just ring empty,

and I’m lost

in some sweet fantasy

of you, again.

I know when I see you,

my heart will leap,

and I will feel

once again complete,

aside from all

the guilt and grief

that comes from killing you.

Not with my hands,

but with my eyes,

that looked out,

instead of in.

Not with a weapon,

but the disinterest

of a fool

for his business.

A lover who loves

a lover who loves

only their own

imagination.

It’s no wonder

you wasted away.

You should have left me,

but you stayed.

Heart and soul

betrayed,

by the one

for whom you pledged everything.

A lover who loves

a lover who loves

only themselves.

 

 

HG – 2022

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