one more time, it seems

love is a cheat
played upon the soul
like so many games
at the penny arcade

a handful of coins
to be spent or hoarded
as wisdom says
if only I’d known

I would have
put them aside
to waste at
another time

a diffferent soul
to spend my
time upon

a waste of change
thrown to the world
by one too naive
to know the difference

Now I stand here
penniless
ashamed
defeated
yet again


the runes said
this pattern
could not
be repeated
without
consequence

I did not take
The Gods
seriously

such am I
made into Icarus


Would that it was enough
to burn me away
to mere ash

As it is
I plummet to
the ground

little more than
a puddle of
useless wax

Yet again
has that deceiver Love
left me damned

damned forever
here
to question my
Self

I accept now
that I am to be alone
for whatever
reason
whatever karma
I have earned
through folly large
or small

I will cease to ask
for any further boon

and ask only of
the One
that It teach me dispassion


that I might never feel like this

again.






I love you anyway
no distance
no time
no other person

will ever change that.