We have no future, you and I, except
The one we lived for in the past—what we
Hoped for when I felt weak and you felt kept—
Fought for and lost—fought hard, lost bitterly.
We have no present now, except for times
A memory will rise up from its grave
To haunt us with the well-intentioned crimes
We joined in for a love we could not save.
We have no past except the selfish fervor
That dragged a common dream into the light.
You clutched it like it was a life preserver.
I ran from it like it was kryptonite.
Now that I know it never can come true,
I run the other way, and dream of you.
Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells