Why Time is Such an Able Thief
It feels like
autumn already ..
I’ve got that
lead in my limbs
again feeling
like a desert is
almost upon me ..
Dear lord,
how can we both
possibly
survive like this
on the same page
with such
a thirst raging
between us
and the emphasis
always being
upon our longing ..
While together,
we run on empty
and it is
killing us, but ever
so slowly
and autumn is
simply taking its toll ..









At first I thought You were talking about aging, then my mind was taken somewhere else, and this was both cleverly and emotionally written dear Neville, I understand this, a strong intense love that somehow turn into rage and anger when they are together, it’s like the magnet poles each are completely opposite yet they attrack to each others.