i loved him
dramatically
frantically
i held for a sense of importance
he spoke a sultry softness
a lullaby with translucency
he angled his ways
divided our hey’s
and i stood with a reflection
he saw himself
with the greatness i laid
but we weren’t so
and he wasn’t in truth
and i wasn’t in myself
we were blues
in hues
in a soft summer
i quite never knew
summer of sadness