it's been
some time
since i saw your smile
wrapped in front of my own.
shine in your eyes
and wetness too
all have come to subside
yet
hang in place
internal fiction
hovering through minds of my own
the stars,
maybe
were never real
but still i can
conjure them
conjure at will
hanging there and
grinning
slices of
bitter
sweet
past gone by
should i cry of
hoof no longer slung
and thumped with kind on back?
or plug up proud
that it ever once slung, in the first place
that it
could have been
curse the past with
the curses i used
and shone so bright on yr.
leaving washed reflections
hiding but all beneath
sun in sky and beaming pride
that i could be filled with hate
hope no longer
is all i can wish
but hope no longer
that spites the ones i miss.