Sitting at the
Buffet of you
I noticed my
Hunger each dish
The slope of
Your throat the
Sweetness of your
Lips each morsel
Of time that
We spent together
Sated my hunger
Now full the
Delicacies I sampled
Lack their allure
They’ve become just
Another meal substinence
Something to be
Devoured I’ve paid
The bill and
Left the table
Leaving you there
Just when when
I thought someone
Knew me something
I hadn’t anticipated
Stepped in front
Like a traffic
Cop stopping progress
Time got in
The way of
Us you having
Too little and
Me too much
Alone I’m used
To but waiting
I think not
I’m tired of
Watching all the
Trains go by
Knowing that you’re
Not on them
And like the
Last match in
A book it
Fails to ignite
Leaving you cold
And in dark
I had such
Hopes that this
Match would spark
Alone again in
The eerie dark
I make my
Way home alone
Except this time
Keeping my heart
Writing hurts and
Heals it’s easy
Really just plunge
The pen in
And bleed just
Like loving except
The opposite the
Pain starts when
The healing begins
I write for
Men that I
Don’t remember they
Haunt me in
These words like
Ghosts of joys
Past ring like
Clock towers off
In the distance
Reminding me of
Time ticking by
Too many lost
Loves to count
I simply remember
Them here now
