I’m glad
You’re feeling better
And that
You’re doing well
As maybe now
I’ll have the pleasure
Of meeting you
In hell
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I’m glad
You’re feeling better
And that
You’re doing well
As maybe now
I’ll have the pleasure
Of meeting you
In hell
And so they sat,
Together in time,
Talking until dawn.
Not just did they speak,
Of their lives past,
But also of those to come.
Past Lives
I think I remember you,
she said,
I think we’ve met before.
Perhaps it was when I was young,
she said,
and before my heart was sore.
I don’t remember meeting,
he said,
although I really can’t be sure.
Why don’t you sit down now,
he said,
and talk to me some more.
(Originally Posted 24.08.2019)
If we are out
In the dead of night
And by chance
Our eyes should meet
What happens next
Will not be short
And it certainly
Won’t be sweet
Shall me and you
Meet for a pint
I think we can trust
Ourselves tonight
The last time we met I was crazy
She said
But you’ll be pleased to know I’m better
We didn’t need to meet for this
He said
In fact I’d have preferred a letter
In the shadows
Is where we’ll meet
To forever dance
Cheek to cheek
I wish I’d known you then
He said
When you offered so much more
Now it’s only apathy
She said
And neuroses galore
This is not our goodbye
It’s just a fond farewell
For we both know
We’ll meet once more
As we both burn in hell
Confusion reigns
As my head struggles to explain
What I feel inside my heartSadness remains
As with all encompassing pain
I hate that we have to part(Originally Posted 06.07.2019)
Let’s
meet
upAnd
misbehaveThen
take
our
secretsTo the
grave
If you don’t mean what you say,
Perhaps we should just walk away.
Now.
Love’s
young
dream
we
weren’t
We
were
hardly
even
the
old
But
if
we
met
again
I’d
still
be
your
friend
If
the
truth
be
told
After
84
days
of
solitude
We’ve
finally
broken
the
bubble
Yet
who
could
have
known
That
in
just
one
minute
We’d
get
into
this
much
trouble
I’ll
never
be able
to give
you
Exactly
what
you
want
I can
be
your
standby
fuck
buddy
But
never
your
confidant
You
were
here
last
timeI
clearly
remember
your
smilePerhaps
leaving
the
house
todayMight
yet
prove
to be
worthwhile
When I saw you
sleeping there
I couldn’t help
but stop and stare
Probably because
I was drunk too
Although nowhere
near as drunk as you
I had to walk over
and poke the bear
It was quite nice talking to you last night.
I was able to forget, for a moment, that my heart is broken.
It felt good to laugh, to smile, to dance.
I thought I'd forgotten how to do those things.
I'm glad we randomly met last night.
But I'm also glad you left when you did.
Now I have the memory of our open ending,
To help mend my grieving heart.