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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