So very heavy.
I’d seen you in a trance.
Yet, you were cut through.
Machetes.

Despite this inward decline.
We’d almost embrace,
Without disgrace, or distaste
Of a kiss

However lonely I’d become
The silhouette of memories
Strung together of you and I
Would suffice in of comfort inside

This hole of me
Whole of you
Given away to pity
And regretful, malicious
Inequity

I’d regress, oscillate indefinitely
In awe of your rising, incessant
Perplexity.
As a person, or dream
A hallucination you will always be.

To me, or you
I’d give a dime
For any moment so long ago
Without thinking aloof.
Or doubting any such thing.

To let go, and learn to deal
I’ll grieve in perpetual
Insantiable appeal
‘Cause without rhyme
or dime, you wouldn’t wait
for me, time, or the divine
to construe what could’ve been
much more than what I feel.