I felt what felt like love to me
Thy form, thy shape, I often ape
Thy shadow hides inside my mind
Thy words I still hear in my mouth.
It used to be I cherished thee
The lens of time, a prism fine
Bent love into a different shape.
Then I saw thee differently.
What can I ever think of thee?
I pity thee, thy heart’s real pain
Out of thy reach I hide to breathe
What air you’ve learned to suck, to steal.
Thou are no longer thee to me
Now down and down and down away
Into a death thou must descend
I can not sing to nourish thee.
I loved thee and I hated thee
The viper, I, made you a shade
I pushed thee kindly toward thy grave.
I trust thee not, neither myself.
I mourn thee and I mourn for me,
Confused wraith and orphaned snake,
Our unanticipated roles.
I know not what we will become,
When I don’t sing thy songs to thee.