Kiss No More Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

I daily drink or smoke myself to sleep;
I cannot stop the thoughts of you and I:
The time when we've fell way; oh, way too deep,
The time when we should not have said goodbye!
I kissed you and I missed an hour or two—
I'd hoped the end would not have come so soon;
However, during this short waltz with you,
It seems each had in mind a different tune!
Lo! Left behind, behold me raise my glass:
Here's to delusion—thinking this would last,
And disillusion—gold oft looks like brass;
Why, now, my darling, since the die is cast:
The only place together we can be
Is, sadly, in my dreams—or memory…