And now for something completely different…

The Tale of Beautiful Tense

You were a chocolate donut with chocolate,
chocolate sprinkles. I'd invested all my stars within
the bank account in your eyes. And I lost you to the Reaper;
his hunger didn't pay, or ask how I would acquire my weekly survival.
He robbed me of my perfect,
my perfect weekly income.

I had to drink from the bathroom tap this morning,
'cause I couldn't afford the additional steps to,
to the kitchen. And my feet, they dragged so,
so lonely, my mouth to where I could quench
my satiable thirst. Heaven is too expensive for my in
insatiable, my agreement with sunlight too binding.

I took a breath this afternoon.
My first since my heart's abrupt return.
It cost a tear, a gasp, a reality.
But as my lungs sighed relief, the pain
the pain at least left me, left me partially,
left me partially sane.

And I wondered this evening if I could afford,
afford a flawless sunset. I thought I,
I thought I could as my eyes lingered on its beginnings.
Though its start is all I know, its middle is lost
and I don't dare to recall is diminishing,
its diminishing end.

Tonight I think I'll purchase a word. Two,
two syllables. One meaning.
I'll sell tomorrow's breath and kill my denial,
its faithful hope.
For this word, just this one
word
just one

Goodbye.