Self-Denial

soft, reassuring tints in the distant horizon
going, going, gone
maybe they never existed.
what difference does it make?
i'd say:
dispassion to sick, wrong yearning anytime.
so kick-start the countdown
you may now wind up the clockwork
destroy me, get rid of me
do whatever you please
then savour that sugary aftertaste in your mouth
if the back of your mind doesn't speak up
then i don't think i'd mind,
very much.

looks like i've broken the promise

dan i need to talk and i miss the old times, the walks, the lunches. anything to have it back.