Undevoted

Red dresses and youth’s dead echo
I got used to fingerprints on photographs
Notes between the paragraphs
Trapped in stone like a cavalier’s bright feather
Grey and faded by the weather
Promises and dead plans
Put the future in your hands
And ask you all the wrong questions
Point you in the wrong direction
I only needed you to see these distractions
These smoky chain reactions
We have considerable nothing to show for these narrowing hours
This undevotion
We are diminishing
Oh unrivaled genius you’ve broken everything else left between us
Maybe next time probably never
I’ll know my lines a little better
More than just the curtain call
I’ll know the words under her breath
I could invent the awful rest
I wouldn’t let her
I swear I wouldn’t