she leaves his life never
to return
and so he kindles it like
a burn
like an ember that hides a
raging fire
or a cold yet consuming
funeral pyre
aye, his memory of them belongs
to the past
but see how sweet-talk can
make it last
(see how long it can continue
to be
when there’s only you left, of you and me)
and so he copes, with
shards of yesterday
bent and bowed, from tears
that weigh
and what of her, must you curiously
ask
she takes to cigarettes, a
swig of the flask
she takes to men, one each
black night
and in blazing darkness, finds
her light
as she realizes, with a
toss of her hair
in the mirror she’s alone;
he never was there
aye habits picked up, can
easily be dropped
and nostalgia is evil,
it’s meant to be stopped
so she remembers to forget,
to care about him
till the remembering gets
hazy; hey now it’s dim
till all that she recalls is
there was a man
a fast fickle fellow, oh
how quick he ran!
so she smiles and snuggles
with her point of view
and believes forever – only
her love was true.
ram
cobain
