Why'd hurting rule;
from these memories
like silent cruelty
on faded innocence;
meant abandoning;
through passing phase
I've freed alive
maybe for haste;
why scream a second
in silent hours,
denied no relation
as quick as ours;
maybe a presence
had wounded long,
what's healed I thought
was always wrong;
these nights, these nights
defeat me flattered,
of violent beauty
but pain, I'd rather;
for feathers I flew
came calling a friend,
a friend before too,
how tolerance do end;
missing be it still,
or longing of absence;
I cured never though
to feeding my silence;
this silence around too
may never forever,
still time ever constant,
a friendship--not ever.
