You (& I)

It's the crookedness
Within a frame
Wooden and pale

You said you knew
Consequences
To fleeting gratification
Instantaneous and imperative

Entrenched in memory
Of mine not yours

You
Pissed drunk below the bench
Wandering fingertips
They tickle only fools
Of which I fell
With you
Into your abyss of games

You play and forget
The night is a distant face
Meandering off into
Unwritten History
Where mistakes are forgotten
Never to happen
Never did happen

There it goes
Shattered and shiny
Splattered and spent

I try
Like I never knew
But you should know
There is no such thing as
Never

I am
Crawling forward.