I don’t want to be the resented archetypal bad smell.

I don’t want to be the resented archetypal bad smell.

Warm blood

Hotter then than now

Heavy hearts

Lighter then than now

Real love

More real then than now

In retrospect

Love is what you make it

Better that you take it

When you can

After the storm,

Steam washed in hot rain

I believed in miracles

Long enough

For you to

Step through my window

The glass is a mirage

An old dream.

You dried out

In front of the fire

And I remembered

How warm we were together

Much warmer than today

I can imagine

Even in the downturn

As the blood cools

Existential answers

To how and why

Will be hard to come by.