He said he’d guard my heart and keep me safe;
To take charge and protect me from myself;
We shared a twisted atheistic faith;
Our time and space an entity, we felt.
We spoke, we wrote, we sang of waking dreams;
Eternal sacrificial ink was spilled;
Injected, needled, elves in a machine;
So different were our words we formed a guild.
There poetry and promise not be kept;
Black static fed our grimaced tongue-tied souls;
And whilst I stayed for him, he tired and left.
Such madness means today the wind blows cold.
For I became the time that he forgot;
He said he’d guard my heart but he did not.