Pomona,
Your persona
Lost
In the orchards of time.
...
You my Venus.
Me your Zeus.
Both rescued
From a swinging noose.
...
Halloween
Eyes of green
Shine in the dark.
Swinging lights
...
We will never
Sing together again.
And I want to
Run into the night
...
Ironic.
Platonic.
Is how our story must end.
It's fact.
...
Sprinkles
Of twinkles
Of stardust.
Thrown across
...
The world
Tries to show us wonder.
Lighting rooftops
With the sun.
...