It seems forever since I placed a bet
Nine months two weeks four days
In some ways , it feels like yesterday.
The “Love” I lived for is not dead
Reclining , in a deep slumber
With one eye open
Perhaps, even longing for my call.
Dare I ask if you hear the echo of my voice
Or meet me in the dreams I dream of you
Romanticized delusions , seeping through my nightmares
Like crisp Autumn leaves that fall in sodden puddles
Crisp euro notes that wilt in slot machines
Lying in wait for the “fatcat” to collect
Along with all my dreams and fantasies
When I succumb to the “Love” that leaves me