Sunday, August 24, 2014

The Sins of the Researcher

You were incandescent, illuminating, whether you smiled or frowned.
Colors were bolder, sounds were louder, flavors were stronger with you around.
I would have given up life in the sun for you; I would have made the bet
That you wouldn't burn me, that you wouldn't blind me, that you wouldn't even set.
Like all gamblers, I decided what I deserved, and that's what I got.
Like you always do, you left me to wilt, left me laughing, left me to rot.
So many years later, I don't even want to know why I believed you,
But I think I could learn something if I knew the reasons I wanted to.

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