TOXIC

Neither news nor memory
Of my friend do I receive
However so, there must be more
And so I wait patiently

Waiting for time to bring
Or for this mind to sing
The sweet hymns of sacred love
Conceived of former happenings

I wonder what happens now
To all our solemn vows
An archive of promises, perhaps
Too toxic for our prides to allow

Dictators caught in a democracy
We bent our rules too many times
For given too much perfection
This love shall bitterly die

-K.G.