Love lost in small,seedy rooms,
sleazy bars and one night stands,
love lost in absolute denials,
time spent on laughable seconds
illusions shattered on stonewalls.
Love lost in pretty postcards
framed in the dark corridors
of our predictably eerie memories,
so much love lost to the winds,
so much passion woven in despair,
so much lust blooming irremediably
in the sad hours of bereavement.
So much love hurrying to its end,
just a pale angel with broken wings,
crying silently on entangled sheets.
April 29 2024
