Non rhyming poem 3 (lost love)

Befell and beholden, you were and are.
noxious light, radio words with music, no help.
 
The curse of un-smile, from thought, picture and verse,
I guess I never learned.  
 
The antipode of safe, now at loss,
sailing toward nowhere and trapped in a bottle,
quiet pause for that moment, please.  All moments old memories.
 
Graffiti from Bogota, smiles from, acquired madness, the yellow taint of Guatemala's Antigua.  Wanting the connection of fight.
 
 
There is such a simple truth, and I'm glad you survived me.  Accepted more, lost so little as I chewed our love away.
 
I guess this is natures intention - for us, through me.