The night fell upon me,
far colder than usual.

My sweat become icicles on the run,
my breath turned into fog from my lips,
as I was left with the thought of you,
and the frostbite of distant love.

“Why can’t it work,
when we both try,
we try,
we try
oh how we try…”

You deserve better than this,
you deserve real touch,
real emotions and love,
not a flash of what could be.

“And I wish only greatness followed you around…”
but that’s not how life is…
The bad memories and ghosts,
follow you to the end of days,
while love and hope wallow,
in the forgotten tombs of overgrown cemeteries,
where nature played for keeps,
and won the pot.

We’re all left naked at the table;
half embarrassed and half satisfied,
we knew we’d lose but still had hope.

The hope hurts the most because it’s heavy,
the embarrassment fades like the eyes of a vacant lover,
shameless, uncompromising, and completely understandable.

You’re naked and strung out,
losing the game of life,
to the force that created it.

Remember that life is a rigged game,
but it’s the best game in town.