A hundred years ago,
I would have promised you eternity
Now, I have nothing to offer
except, half baked forevers
and a screaming taciturnity
For, I know, I too am disintegrating..
And, I suppose I should have listened
when you whispered to me
"Put down your sword"
But it was all too late
and, I have made my enemies
Yes, I wander these angry streets
where no one dares touch me
and I rage in the fear that it is only because
I wear the golden armor that you left behind
and though it's been fading all this time
no one really cares
about you, or I
except us.
Still,
I have little to fear
for every arrow is just another one
Until the last one is here
And, the day I meet one-too-many,
it shall only be you and I
Yes, then everyone would care, my darling
But, your armor, you see, would die
Regardless, of all else that fails me now
and all the scattered forgotten vows
Your voice is the only one I still remember
at the edge of a dimly-lit, distant December
I know, I'm sure to be there again
even if how or when, I can''t control
And, until that day arrives,
Love, I swear I'll carry your soul...
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