My sentimentality
did nothing for you
all the hard poured woos
pitched and thrown back
all the attempts to make
your eyes shine the way they ought to.
fell short
of the goal.
Nothing could rescue the idea
from the gaping cynical materialism
that flushed all thought of it away
in the sighs and moans of a meaninglessness.
All the flash without the fade;
but i felt certain I could make it last
if you only helped to start...