Let`s Start Again

Loving Miss Ogyn

Because of the night,
the moon resting on the river
and these just gone moments
which flowered to perfection,
but died in their grandeur,
I believe again in miracles.

Because I remember
how you lay beside me,
how we conquered
half the world
from our duck`s down empire,
and you wept your life`s tears
to the coffee coloured ceiling,
and I believed in angels.

Because the sound of rain
on down trodden cobbles,
and a subtle ache of footsteps
haunt the windows of my conscience,
unsleeping city lights
examine what I am,
so I believe in loss.

Because you are a need
who no longer needs me
and love is a compromise
of hope and desire,
I believe and accept
whatever you can give.
You bastard.