Her heart beats as does mine.
The two consumed by one another.
Beating in a beautiful effortless time
underneath the gray. Poluted covers of skies
that know as much misuse as I do I.
Her bustling streets saying softly, “You love me don’t you”.
Bu to answer as she’d please would be nothing but untrue.
Coz the love I felt for her could only exist as new
find dependcy, like any that inreshifes and lessens
when I am away from her ever comforting evanescence.
My love, I don’t love anymore for our minds
and hearts have grown weary, tired, melancholic and sore
for the love of life and love and most of all
the one I don’t love anymore