I never want to say goodbye,
To any lover.
Leaning Polyamorous,
Yet cursed by Demisexuality.
Grey-Ace rules –
Half cocked conditions,
We can’t pin down.
Were relationships so easy.
Learned they require work,
One or two in.
Others just need avoiding.
Yet the curse remains.
Sordid,
Seething.
“I will always love everyone,
I’ve ever loved.
& I will until the day I die.”
My own words of decades past –
Come back to haunt me.
At least I’m haunting something right,
Even if only myself.
Dream of them,
Sometimes.
Less than a dozen souls,
Beautiful as I remember them.
Heart writhing,
Yet again.
At Least I’m Haunting Something Right.
