Love and death, so intimately embraced
That death should take it's own as love runs her fingers through their veins
It would not break to die for love
but for love to die?
To know the expiry date, one last moment when you can save it
or maybe create something out of what was felt
Let it come to fruition as the apples ripen
and see it fall as the fruit bursts and bruises on hard frozen earth
or else to sink, sucked slowly by the agents of decay
into mud and mire there to rot
Boredem and a thousand miles fell even the greatest possibilities
once probabilities
once things I missed and thought to fix
And yet
and yet, and yet, to come unstuck in time
and hurtle through to ends and maybes
wonderment as muscles grow lean and yellow semi-solids get lost in the burn
and wishes that maybe, maybe
Death takes some
but regret takes us all