The Last Song

Lately my writing has become a lot
like my lovemaking,
the desire is still there,
but the potency is long gone,
I suppose the two go hand-in-hand,
there were many times when
words were just an extension
of certain body parts,
so perhaps there is some validity
to this observation,
now the question is;

Can it be more?

I have no answer for this.

The fire is going out
in many areas of my life,
some days I cannot even remember the point,
and that is a very dangerous place to be,
my life is slowly being reduced
to one side of the fence or the other,
no more in-between,
no more middle-of-the-road,
no more shades of gray,
no more lukewarm,
hot or cold,
black or white;

life or death;

life changing decisions
require life changing choices.

There is much I could say to you,
but nothing can undo the hurt
I caused you,
nothing can bring back the life
I stole from you,
nothing can make right
the wrong,
everything has come down
to this moment,
the last poem,
the last word;

the last song.
.
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