I met you…
millennial,
and we were so young.
You made me alive
and then left me stung.
I loved you for years
then we drifted apart.
Time heals all wounds
yet ripped us apart.
In twenty-eleven,
long after we met…
We randomly crashed
and then cashed in our debt…
But the lust that we shared
and for years we had held…
Was long past it’s date;
by a kiss we were quelled.
Impunity spared us
in memories wasted…
Like missed opportunity:
that’s how you tasted…
In October
bedroom / shower / stairwell…
First time we fucked
was bitter farewell…
Bitter and sweet
and fragrant and gleaming…
Our lust disappointed
compared to our dreaming…
Although we played
quite well in our fashion…
Eleven years time
had drained us of passion.
It was love and was sex
and was brutal and sadness…
Was whatever survived
and revived from our ashes.
And we never talked again
after that day…
You turned to leave
and then I moved away…
Now we never speak
for our love has been strictured…
And all I have left
now of us is our pictures.
Written by Jason Wright
October 28, 2013
For Anonymous: You know who you are and that’s quite enough.
