Stumbling Towards Hell in Crazy Lovesick Pajamas

 Remember that song we wrote together ?
'Seconds fly
& minutes linger
when love is in the air...'

There was no mistaking
the intoxication of love
snaring young hearts
with its cocktail of pheromones
to convince us forever was real

Life was a bowl of comfort food
always dished up hot
No-one told us
it came with a side of agony
to be followed by a chaser of tears

Though I'm certain if you listen
you can still hear the magic
swirling around the dance floor
warming shadows from our past

'When the world
turns on your finger
then dreams
are made to share....'  

There was no
mistaking love
but a blurt of years later
with the lights out
over a lonely bed
and barbs of pity
shredding wounds
bled to the last scream
by bitter memories
raked back raw
how I wish
I could claw out my own heart

Somehow love
always prefers to savor
the pain of her own ghosts
and while she waits
to tot up time's tab
you lose the battle with memory
dignity stripped to a twitch in a chair
until names, times and places
no longer exist

And when I get like that
if I can no longer recognize
who you are
Please,
play the song slowly once
push the pistol firmly into my mouth
and squeeze the trigger hard

Acting out of love
I'd do the same
for you.