2020

2020

The apex of insanity

Turbulent, Chaotic, Tumultuous

T ’was my zenith, however

My days of halcyon

My peak of perfection

A golden era of your eyes

Burning towards mine

Half closed as your lips inched ever so close

Glazed in a sensation of merriment

When our hearts fluttered in anticipation of the next time

And the time after that

Even the time after that

For there were to be a myriad of instances

In that most breathtaking of years

Mythical, even fictitious

That someone so spectacular

Could ever be so drawn to me

Regrettably, the inevitable occurred

Not in one single stroke

Rather, over time

The pendulum eventually sways in the other direction

Slowly, unnoticeably

Such as the earth rotates on its axis

A pendulum that promotes its personal vendetta against me

By inexplicably changing your mind

The gods of loneliness and angst always win

It’s undefeated record intact

Save for that one beautiful year in 2020