a terrible piece

we hold on to this fragment

a thought that shattered a peaceful lullaby

a sweet and sorry requiem

and old dream we created

in the haze of lust

or was it love?

or was it just a wisp

of what could have been?

would have been?

should have been?

did we tie our threads

too tightly together

only to pull them

and twist them

and fray them

until

they

were

broken?