amor

good eve
to thee
some sweet
gone bye
song
so sudden did
startle this wound
awake

please forgive
my passive stance
to tell
of my
disappearance from
mists of memories
drenched in sweat
and fury far from faded

there was a this
and this knew that
its time had come at last;
thus this sat,
not knowing still
how still can be so patient
nor where to set
its final breath
free from fear
and failure

amor now lost
was held by nights
when dreams
would sing
pleasantries
while slowly drifting by;
now rings a voice
in muzzled tones
and gentle disposition
apologizing for all
gone lost
that eve you said
adieu

i miss you this
and every eve
though you
sing so often now
yet only when
i dare not listen;
sleep well
all now gone away
may life be better
than together, we deserve.

~Deus fortuno