Faerie tales,
No kiss, goodnight.
No happy, morning smile.
Single,unique ?.... alone.....
A haunting melody, brought forth.
A long, forgotten .....memory.
That lurked, behind, the eyes.
A narrative that cast......
A shadow, on my soul.
It masques, a hollow heart !
That once, didst sing.....
With such, gay abandon.
But now it's.
Crushing, love.
Leaving it, triturate.
A right of passage.....?
Games, my friend
are for ......children.
Giajl © Jim Love