Tricks of the mind
And you will
Fade to grey
As they all did
As they all do
I'm not so sure
Your light
Burnt any more
Brightly
Will burn any longer
Than the rest
Of them
Heaped in a pile
Somewhere
In that dusty part
Of my memory
Corpses
Rotting their poison
Spewing venom
Through
decayed jaws
Of
If only
And ifs and buts
And the truth
If there ever was
Such a thing
Is that bitterness
Is a suit
Ill fitted
And poetically
Romantically
I'd wish you
The best
Hope
You float on
In whatever bubble
It was you were
Wearing
But the reality
Is
You will rot
Like the rest of them
In a place
That in time
Will be less
Visited
And
More importantly
Less significant
Than the
Air
That I breathed
And was fortunately
Unfortunate
To share
With
You
At some space
In time
Which soon
Will be
Mostly
Forgotten
