Caution
Lessons from the past
Harbingers of the future
We choose to ignore
Lessons from the past
Harbingers of the future
We choose to ignore
An old cigarette
And me, both discarded trash
That once touched your lips
I wonder what kind
Of man I would have become
If we hadn’t met
Annulled at midnight
This day destined to return
In four years from now
Rolling through the night
The rhythm of the train tracks
Rocking us to sleep
A young man’s eyes see
The lined face and greying hair
Looking back at me
Lying on the floor
The world passes me by as
I try to let it
The arc of her back
Revealed in alabaster
Carved by the moonlight
We walk the worn paths
Of an unexplored landscape
The first of many
The crook of my arm
Cradling ebony silk
Purring in my ear