It only took five years
to figure out
the opportunity of my life
to date
in bedding you did not
meter out
into a fruitful relationship
mainly because
what I saw as a chance to
fuck my way
into your heart forever was really
no more than
the satiation of morbid, passing,
curiosity harbored
for any unexplained and smoking wreckage
you came across
except there was nothing worth noting inside
my black box,
but, I am glad that at least you took
lots of pictures
because a disaster without thoughtful
documentation
is a waste of the precious stuff
of being.
