The Foregone Conclusion: Poetry

We were 
once dancers
on a stage 
of our own


Our audience
was Eden
and we knew
of each other
all there was
to know


Whatever made us
leave sanctuary
for lives of
false impressions?
~
Was it a sin
that I wanted him
to open every layers
and be able to trust
that I would not
be betrayed?

Was I damned
because the sigh
that escaped me
at his touch
was one of pure delight?
~
My eyes are dry
riverbeds,
brought on by 
a drought
of affection


And I am weary
of learning the 
lesson
that time erases
everything I touch
~
The dynamic shifts,
the balance wanes


Nobody likes
being a foregone
conclusion


Now we've come
to the part where
we bow and say
goodnight.

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