When I look at you
I do not see anything romantic;
No reckless gleam in your eyes,
No fickle lies, nothing that runs
Fleetingly out of our stolen conversations
Like blind words or spilled ink.
I do not see the paths we have carelessly thrown to pieces,
All the time-tricks and times-spent
Holding onto things too fragile to stand on their own.
I only see the darkness that you’ve
Known, will know, have always known
We may radiate and turn like planet belts and
You may believe in all the things we’ve been told since we were young,
But I do not, cannot, anymore;
We are not, cannot be, young anymore,
And there has been too much to forget it all in your arms again.