I’d write to
you, a love
poem. Of
effervescent joy
overflowing this heart,
crimson beating,
bleeding love letters
blue. Sweetness
dear, How it pulses,
dances, for you.

Dead of night,
startling fright,
opening eyes,
to realize.

Those days
are gone,
while I
carry on.

Writing
such verse,
a clichéd
curse, to
one alone,
chilled-
to the
bone.