LovE

i saw you in memories


of that time


beautifully preserved



as some women would store a wedding dress



to hand down to a daughter who wouldn't be caught dead in it

because it ain't the right style no more


i see you in memories

of that time

which I've held onto

the disintegrating papers

full of lies


tall

brash

with everything dented

but a strong will

to carry on


between the fucking and fights,

and the faux glamour of the poverty we pooled together to have,

the faux jewels glisten

even though it's distant


i see you

no

catch you

out of the corner of my eye

still you want something

and i

something else


always with the divergent aims

always with the

this and that


and what for?

the heart don't always grow fonder

sometimes the heart gets

tired

of

waiting