Chasing Paper Rainbows

by Luanne

You carved our names in paper -

And ...
all stood still
for that one brief moment
when your tongue -
caught fire
and burnt my soul.

"Time heals all wounds"
they say.
- When shall that time come -
Tomorrow ?
(The tomorrow that never comes)

It's much too painful
chasing paper rainbows,
while drowning.
And the sun never seems to fit,
in my pocket.

On and on ...
My thoughts continue to bleed.

So here's to us!
A tarnished goblet
to quench the thirst
of darkness.
- a toast -
To the man,
I hate, to love.