Jimbeak

My feet are sore and your eyes are red
The thoughts we felt have gone to bed
Our anger burnt, the grass regrew
Our faint and fleeting fancies flew

The old come young are hearts are stopped
And in this colourlessness locked
A new absconded jealousy,
My pain your peace, denied release

Upended all our art and hope
And ended in fluorescent smoke
The one repeating faculty
My bitter broken love for thee