Something died

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