a.d.

Denver, you scarlet whore,

you changed my life forever,

you made me into something new,

it all began with you, it should have

all ended with you,

there was b.c. (before Colorado),

and there was a.d. (after Denver);

Colorado, what delight you took in misery then,

lying shattered and ruined, yet there remained time,

as the future appeared full of endless dreams

and infinite possibilities, in the middle of ancient temples,

ripe for the ransacking;

in the morning, you walked into the

dark and empty streets, waiting for a Denver sunrise,

which never came, boarding a bus for the ride to Greeley,

which never seemed longer;

the pawn brokers had little sympathy, for lost love and

broken memories, offering only a pittance,

but you were glad to take it;

even dead men have to eat;

for a moment, I remembered the magic,

the sheer exhilaration, it was the music,

it was the air, it was the anticipation of things no

longer there, the world was young, dark and mysterious,

the phantom night was waiting to swallow

fantasies and fools, and Colorado

was a million miles away, lost in dreams

and endless lover’s sighs;

……. oh how I cried for you.

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