Somewhere along the way
I lost you Luv
You were so sensitive
So broken, so fragile
Like me.
We were ‘blackbirds singing
in the dead of night.’

And, omygod what comfort you gave
When I needed it,
I hope I gave enough back to you
I tried, believe me Luv, I tried.

Tonight I heard blackbirds singing,
And, I remembered…
How I was more than your Muse,
And you were more than mine, and how
We were more than just the Lotus Eaters...

We were Magnolias in Belfast
Breakfast in bed, after
Gardenia-scented sex
We were Us.

We were 'two lost souls'
Seeking comfort
By Breaking the Bread of our
Destitute Lives...Together,
And drinking the Wine of Pain
Without wincing…

I miss you Luv, yes
Please, take off that crown of thorns
You wear now,
And let me wear it for a wee bit...
Let me taste the belladonna on your tongue.

If only because We are Us,
And We hate Them
For not understanding, that We can be Us again
andagainandagainandagainandagainandagain, ah….
We are a pure elixir…a potion they will never know.

O darling….only We understand the Us...
The potent, mad, inebriating Us, Luv.

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