Something died between us last night
A spark that once flickered turned to dust
It was Good Friday too and we hardly noticed the loss of what was once just ours and what is now every tale of missed passion
Our eyes agreed to the terms of our end, now more fodder for sad songs
A trusted friend made an observation about the need for our sparring,
You postured, I slumped.
Protesting too much I saw you
Self-conscious enough to tepid all your reactions to fill your wise I
But I knew the nose of our wine, the only other man that could
We said goodbye to great heights only seconds before not years as you insisted
I cared not and smoked against your will
For love is something that leaves me bludgeoned
But the spark was cracking wasn’t it?
The old Italian in the restaurant saw it from afar and came running to enquire about our miracle
You assured him it was platonic affection
“Yes,” I should have said, “a spark not yet spoilt by love”
You can spend as long as you like promoting our ordinary alliance
I know you know we know of this thing
our thing
And even if it’s dead now it was alive once and I will talk of it forever in fear of the silence confirming a myth that keeps you sure of your own paltry psychology
Even just to piss you off
One day you’ll realise reciting your truth
No matter what the risk or how tragic it plays
Turns sparks into fireworks