Sighs seeping from the walls Quiet whispers of secrets poorly kept Eight years ago, summer rain wept I cried softly for the longest time In that heat, confusion masquerades As certainty and physical love An unequivocal, fierce fiery rush All I never wanted, was to be alone. ... There’s a haze as fall approaches A forest green melts the bleak heat Suddenly my fears are not so neat I’ve sold desires I hoped to keep alive Images of her framed discreetly In the insecure recesses of my mind In places only resurrected When the black out forces off the lights. ... In that heat, confusion masquerades As certainty and physical love. An unequivocal, fierce fiery rush All I never wanted, was to be alone.
