MILD MATTERS

Four lettered promises

Hard edged love words

I took

Too long

I never

longed for

Lived without

Without, without, without

And I died with those words

Out of reach

Cried out

Up, skyward screams

Of helpless

Chance mistakes

Missed marks

Marked milestones

Memories

I gouged them out from my brain matter

They didn't matter much anyway