The acrid pain runs deep
chokes and prevent sleep
The face of past joy
now annoys
and that’s putting it lightly.
Negative energy
runs the florescent lamp
Evil is encamped
Still the embers flicker
A weathered sticker
blazoned prominently
Am I acting foolishly?
Advice comes fast and often
Says you should be forgotten
For goodness sake
why do I hesitate?
We share the same home
brush and comb
Sleep in the same bed
different times – rest head
And when moon influence
sex is buoyant
Will we ever reconcile?
Maybe – in awhile
