3 weeks
And already
All those years
Kisses
Weekends
Are becoming
Unreal
Disappearing
Into the mists
Of my memories
And I wish right now
I could remember the
Good
The pleasure
Not the pain
Not the horrible
Things we said
Wishing for something
That won't come again
Won't make me
Happy again
But makes me cry again
And yet it's
Removed
I close off that chamber
Of my
Mystical heart
Another heart attack
Doing more
     Damage
          And I think someday
It just won't ever work
     Right
Again
     And my
     Exile
Will begin
—
My time on earth
     For pleasures
Seems
     Unequal
          To the pain
So every purpose
Is seen
But only felt
     Briefly
Unless it
     Brings pain.