My Worst Lover

There was a boy . . . He became a man He was the wisest boy I knew I had a friend She  became my lover  Then my friend again She was my worst lover ever  There was a song It was a memory It became many songs. 

Lines

A billion lines Vying to tell tales Like road maps A road, a mansion caving in on itself, Once so full of dreams. Steps that shuffle and drag, Once filled with bounce and hope. Creaking bones, Once so well lubricated. I look upon this ancient face The gnarled hands  Like twisted roots of a tree … More Lines