Savage lies, mercilessly spoken,
battering emotions, a heart exposed, nakedly open,
companionship was all that was sought,
not blue-chip bonds, hastily sold and bought.
The bonds I sought were simple,
peaceful nights, scribbling verse in unseen black,
delicately caressing words of love, my fingers tracing poems, over the contours of your soft back.
It saddens me to say, my thoughts were dreamed in vain,
and it grieves me see, the ashes of our love,
floating down the streets we walked,
scattered in the rivulets of this night’s pouring rain.
Alone I scribble this paltry verse,
the darkest of nights, in the midst of howling storms,
and though I may heal some day,
the memory of the ashes of our love,
floating down the streets we once walked,
shall remain buried deep,
until my dying day