Every delusion fills this cup more

Each memory torn becomes another shard of ice

That sound

Those rounds

Why do you ask me to pour another

And yet I hold onto this sip as long as

Every delusion fills this cup

Each memory tearing at those icy feelings

Hearing meaning in silence

Tasting notes as if they were adventures

And diamonds sparkling towards

That

Old

Love

Every vision fills their hearts with anticipation

It really will be a few moments before

And together they will be

Together we won’t be

Just melted filaments and salty bitters

And I left to presume remains remain

Like every delusion which has come before

And this clear untangling of memory’s door

It is never sweet to lose

Someone to the bitter taste of time’s bruise

And each moment growing colder

Yet glimpses of who you were offer warmer

And I hold onto this sip for as long as

As long as

Every delusion fills this cup

And the bitter taste of loss comes once again

I wish it were enough

That sounds

Those rounds

Until only icy remains in this cup

And my heart’s warmth hears no more

#poetry