Here’s to the things I never did.
To things I never was; I did you and I did us.
A little bit of both and they called us fake love.
Trauma was our friend cause we laid addicted to life’s fake stuff.
But truth be told,
this life was getting frail and old.
How we used to be so loving and bold.
We don’t even cuddle when its cold.
Its these little things that drove us over the fold.
Things that I so regrettably foretold.
And now that this thing is overrun with mold.
I shall take my leave and not leave my gold.
Photo Credit: Radu Mihai