I found you where you left yourself
a tired man
greying and fraying with the anxiety
of upside down dreams.

I found you where you chose to remain
an angry man
growling and prowling from a cycle of
broken-down days.

Sitting in your shadows of tired tales
I listen and lean as you deform the lines,
merrily make up your version of us;
of all those years you could have amounted to more
all those dreams you were forced to ignore
For sure…
If only
If only you didn`t give it all up for…love?

Kindle the pain you must.
Stop yourself from ever moving from here,
keep busy wrestling the truth from yourself
God forbid you give up the joys of
regurgitating the loss of us
that never was.