8

I have no need to miss A time

When streaks of blue still paint the sky

That tell of days in sunrise spent

and tired eyes that came and went

I bit my tongue to wait my turn

Content to roam among the herd

I feel my heart bears deep regret

with love of the irrelevant

Of broken souls on balconies

And naked bodies in the breeze

I wish to go back to a time

When there were lovers left to die