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
