Damaged Dreams Poem by Uriah Hamilton

A summer vow
on college streets
down flowery avenues
of bookstores and cafes,
it felt like love.

How did we fail?
What sacred words
graced our lips
but found no haven
in our hearts
nor altar in our souls?

I thought
I'd sacrifice the world
for your sweetest smile
and the city lights
swaying in your eyes.

I know, I committed
infidelities of trust,
I placed such a small value
on the currency of your self esteem,
the damaged dreams,

but you also destroyed
my most important beliefs,
my ability to seek communion
with another.

I pray there is
an enraged deity
that will curse our existence
and turn a blind eye
on our most desperate needs.

We should disappear without
any lingering perfume
to the memory of our lives.