Immortal Peril

How I wish I could go back to a time

When I was yours

And you were mine

 

To have nights of soft conversation

To speak our truths

Without hesitation

 

How I wish in this deep abyss

Of existence

I may remember your kiss

 

It has been centuries

Of clinging to moments

Tactile in memories

 

I have taken lovers since you

Lacklustre blurs

Weary at the thought you knew

 

I really thought you were replaceable

It was a big world

Now it is small and predictable

 

No, you have adamantly stood

Like a thousand year old tree

Your reaching further than you ever could

 

Am I to be cursed with you forever?

Is there more to me

Than my incomplete future?

 

To grow old, feeble, diseased

Looking back with you

Tired but pleased

 

Something that I will never know

Oh my dear

I can never let you go

 

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Alone (Blues Inspired Poem)

The wind was howlin’
When you left me all alone
The wind was howlin’ bad
When you left me all alone
Paper sprawled across the floor
You should’ve just shut the door ‘cause
The wind was howlin’
When you left me all alone

You let the chill in
When you left me all alone
You let the chill in, babe
When you left me all alone
Frozen in the sleeping sack
Can’t believe I want you back ‘cause
You let the chill in
When you left me all alone

The shadows crept in
When you left me all alone
The shadows crept in fast
When you left me all alone
Where has all the sunshine gone
Promise me you won’t be long ‘cause
The shadows crept in
When you left me all alone

Linger

The glass is too cold in your grasp.
The bartender asks about your day.
It started much like any other day.
You aren’t sure what day it is.
What month it is.
You stopped remembering things like that.
You’re too old to be wasting your thoughts.
It’s hard enough to remember what she looked like.
You lie to the bartender and tell him it’s a good day.
He asks what your plans are for the weekend.
You know where you’ll be.
Forty-two Marlborough street.
You tell him you’re visiting someone.
He smiles and tells you to bring them along to the bar.
You say you will.
You finish your whiskey quickly.
Eighties trance music fills the room.
You know this song well.
The bartender says he can change the music if you don’t like it.
You tell him to turn it up.
The song transports you back to your old place.
In your yellowing kitchen.
You grab her and dance.
You tell her you love her and you mean it.
The bartender asks if you’d like another drink.
You say you’ll have two more.
You ask the bartender if he’s in love with anyone.
The bartender shakes his head.
You tell him he’s very lucky.
You finish your drink and begin to leave.
The bartender calls out that you haven’t touched your last drink.
You tell him that it isn’t yours.