Tasteless

and for a time, we were alive again

singing in the rain 

soaring past the pain of remembering

those cold, dark stares

that brought to the forefront

blades that somehow found their way

to splice a throat to no longer speak

the truth

laughter came easily as the wine flowed

and how we bowed

once the struggles slipped

beyond our grip and once again

I began to believe,

this could almost be

until the demons 

arrived.

creeping around each tortured smile

the lies began and I knew, 

it was over

broken ties

mismatched lies that never quite fit

timelines next to impossible

and still you expected me to believe

in the face of high improbability

you continued with the farce

and then, I knew 

you were nothing more 

than tasteless ...

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