We forgave the darkness when it came,
for it rode upon the horse without a name,
a twisted version of a children’s fable,
dirty birdie covered in vomit,
hedonistic cowards standing in a row,
whistling the song that must be sung,
words without words,
drums without a drum,
my magnificent beauty,
my final reprieve,
septembers mourning,
it figures,
I leave,
minutes and seconds
hands on the wall,
yesterdays perfume,
todays emptiness….