we dont dream any more.

how is it
that I even had him
is inquired.
the tallest
broadest
wittiest
man.
but I dont inquire anymore.
not anymore
is the flutter of folk
not him and his guitar
nor his collar that peeks at me
no I dont reminisce anymore
we dont reminisce any more.
plastered to the core of the earth.
in utter paralysis
we dont dream any more
no we dont dream any more.
and this very bed
and small
the smallest
I dont cry more
no I dont cry anymore
so end to my love
for lovers are dreams
and we dont dream anymore.