o wean in a manger,
your chocolate trough
it’s a preposterous amount but
somehow never enough
i have a theory
that love is pain
different but the same
if there is one thing i have learned, it is that love is pain. love will always hurt. you have so much tied up in it. but it is worth it because a life without it is devoid of the highs and lows that are emblematic of the life poetic.
anyway, that was yesterday,
with that we close the chapter
for now the winter sun flits
over scarecrows, toclips and frosty nips
and it all begins to feel conclusive
but then the things as usual
start to get ambiguous
and once again of the good souls
we must ask forgiveness
my on and off girlfriend and i were finally turning the dial fully to off. we were taking active steps to move on. it seemed like that was what we were going to do. i decided i would focus more on my housework and compiling my personal archive. play more melodica. but as usual. the temptation to check in arose. on both sides. and we weren’t sure of our relationship again.
the love epochal. n.n. benn 