I had hoped
That things were
Meant to be
I cannot lie
When I’d thought
That we’d lived
In sunny paradise
But it was
Just Indian summer
As seasons change
And things that
Were hopeful maybes
Turn to ice
On ponds and
Clink in glass
Chilling now like
That long summer
Two seasons ago
A word about
Forgiving and forgetting
The offer of
Forgiveness provides hope
Hope that things
Will be better
But some things
Are simply unforgivable
Those selfish believe
That forgiveness and
Hope are weaknesses
To those and
Them the only
Thing to do
Is to forget
Forget those and
Also forget them
Because they’ve already
Forgotten about you
And like Charlamagne
My past is
Littered with the
Corpses of men
Most are unremembered
Those that are
That I thought
Special gone too
All called carnage
On a campaign
To prove myself
Now alone amidst
Seas of bodies
I now wonder
In this silence
About the cost
Of my selfishness
And the price
I will pay
Sometimes the deepest
Hole offers the
Most amazing silence
The entire world
Is up there
Scurrying dashing about
But me oh
Me I’m down
Here resting wiping
My brow content
Before I start
Digging even deeper
Certain that I
Will come out
On the other
Side of this
Rather than digging
Yet another hole
Yesterday was filled
With sunshine and
Frivolity like I
Was sitting at
A cafe near
The Seine people
Watching while enjoying
A sparkling aperitif
It was you
