Caught By Dusk
Losing all poetic ethic-
my words are becoming pathetic.
I blame the lack of fuel-
because even bitterness can grow bitter
if you leave it to rot without repair.
You’re just a speck in the sky,
the kind I can no longer see-
replaced by a patch of fractures,
and I’m hobbling in the night.
You need light alongside your darkness
in order to shimmer like before-
but it’s too late now, Monsieur sans Cœur-
Dusk caught you.