We all have our addictions
Sins
A renowned ability to lesion sections of our brains
To avoid guilt or regret in the moment
And choke on it for life
Some happily ever after.

You were the brightest beauty at the Ball,
I the saint capable of heavy sin,
Dark however
Maybe an archangel with phoenix wings
Only capable of flight
And salvation
Every other weekend when my wings grew back.

Mostly,
I ran on the ground,
But occasionally,
I soared.

You rolled the dice twice
Love and snake-eyes,
But you never complained
Cursed your luck
Or mentioned it,
You walked away.

We all walk away,
Whether it’s today, next week, or when you stop inhabiting your body,
We all walk away.