In a moment

not so pretend

the rapids fall,

I drown again.

A season might

your skin tear

with elements

in need repair.

I do not quite

know a delight

with your love

strong by side.

Always anger,

hurt, soar skip

to a music all

it bled my lip.

I think I’ll pile

miles of denial

on your back

to carry awhile.

When simple

were days time

love grew you

invade a mind.

No harmony a

congruent deal

has it a tarnish,

it lost all appeal.