And now we come
To the desolation
Of hope, to loss
And an isolation.

I fear nothing
No betrayal or hate:
A surrender
To a quieter fate.

I don’t need your touch
As you never sought mine,
What amounted to much
Was a wastage of time.

My body breaks now
As it rises in price,
I move to vanity
From everything nice.

I have taken lips
And not considered twice
Of how life adjusts when
Love failed to suffice.