The flickering dog star
Outside my window
For what seems like eras
Looking upon this space
As a diorama
As so much has come and gone
a sensation of absence
As a phantom limb
Ringing through me
Like a nuance I will not experience again.
Where the laughter, and the jokes, and the joy
Evaporate; as they claim this space is a desert
As idiots claim expertise
As the lesson that you must protect your face
As they begin to kick you
With the intent of fatality
I make a better friend than a partner
In every facet,
Because a friend can tell you the truth.
When the weakness of a romantic interest will perpetually have ulterior motives
And there is no justification
For the ancientness that we become
No excuse
No patience
No forgiveness
As if a familiar smell
Like the last epithet that connects
Heroism to treason.
