Not any more

You want,
That I look at you,
With the same hungry eyes,
As the first time we laid

We’ve toured together,
Haven’t we?
Been up the hills
Down the valleys,
Enjoyed mystical fountains
Watching statues of salacity

Why wouldn’t we?
Aim for the cosmos
With vigorous bodies
And young hearts
A robust drive
With adventurous souls

Of course
Until we met,
a black hole,
Devouring our rose
Fast and slow
With each withering petal

So now,
I stand,
Watching between us
That drying stick
Of that rose we once adored
With our stars drifting apart



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