23rd Goodbye

simply
the days decay
I don't understand
you gave up so easily
returning to your aquarium
ancient in your same words
you strange golden girl
I cast spells
read charts
wrote poems
saw visions
too many years of blood
seeping from the invisible cuts
you could have given me a transfusion
but you wouldn't or didn't know how
and the world slows on its axis
the days diminishing & nights lengthening
in my decay
and their decay
and your decay