Love's Last Lament
The curtain certainly fell on this manic show
That’s all it was, a cabaret with performers who wanted more
The stage is a place where you and I can hide our pain
When stepping out and dancing in some imaginary rain
Apologies come easily without reservation or lost time
From poor souls with big hearts well soaked in moonshine
Who seek harmony of a kind not always guaranteed by weed
Even if spawned from the best of the best of Amsterdam seed
Even the wind has known for the longest time
How sad our words don’t often rhyme
And ideas of romance between us face resistance
When we are reminded of our different planes of existence
At times nothing is left but to utter words of regret
To describe contours of rips and scars in both our hearts
From years of emotional and intentional neglect
And the tyranny of fractured love with all its complex parts
From your secret liaisons with old teenage flames
And old smoking buddies from younger days
To that loneliness felt by lovers physically apart
I often wondered if our love was dead or alive
I may have forgiven you for your substance abuse
But poetry is a gift from above and not yours to misuse
Acts against creativity are too abhorrent for any excuse
And will burn in my memory never to be cut loose
Now here I am watching boats sail far from shore
Disappearing slowly into the horizon whilst my heart keeps score
One by one fading from my memory on a peaceful course
What happened to those days of innocence when less love was more?
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