Sordid Tale

If not for all the racing miles

Frantically put behind us

As though Death himself

Tickled our coat tails 

The whirlwind roster of activities 

Dinner...drinks 

A late night smoke on a rooftop patio 

Pretending the sky couldn't hear

Oh...how quickly new turns to old 

How soon habits and crutches 

Throw themselves into the illusion

Fracturing realities

Peeled back to reveal the original canvas 

Without pomp and circumstance 

The saddest picture ever painted uncovered

A story told so many times 

No longer worthy of its poetry

NH

2013