Carpe Diem – gone awry – a sort of Elizabethan sonnet
My lover rode the lift, but vanished down,
and down and away from me for ever.
I stared, disbelieving at emptiness
and knew we’d never meet again -or love.
But I left too. My own deceit betrayed
places where we’d loved. Faithlessness lasted
longer than our brief loving ever had.
And sadness left its acrid metal taste.
Once more we’re at the seedy small hotel
to love and catch in delirious minutes
a life of love, believing love and lust
make the layers of living in time and trust.
I was naïve and green, not knowing then
we’d part, leave and go down far away down.