old time lovers

do not speak of old time lovers –
keep our discourse light.
my wife, she likes it none yet
my heart’s blood hides its teenage delight.
your face never left my memory
thought i took a hammer to it.
i starved it, strangled it beyond breath
yet it beat on brightly through it.
oh! – you have come too late
it is over, our strings are severed.
retied now to others, sealed and strong –
i will pull at mine forever.

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