Eleanor

I’m tired.
We’ve been dancing for a while
Around this topic
Where I’m heartsick
for your smile

You told him ‘I do‘
I told her I’d never;
But how could dying things
think through what lasts for forever?

We were so youthful,
and useless.
Bright eyed and ruthless.
Happy, and empty,
and dumb.

I love you.
I’ve said it
Buried in these pages.
It’ll lie here for ages
Dancing around your smile.