The present

The present

Presently present in the presence
Engaged in the formulation of being
Ready to be molded, to be shaped
Into the best of me, a memorabilia
Of what was in the past moment

The moment that was, me and you
Integrated into our best being
Until there wasn't me and you
I wish I remembered
our last night together
But I don't

I don't cause in it I wasn't
I was caught up in what it could have been
I was caught up in what it could potential be
I Failed, to be in it, present and make it memorable
Now, honey, I cant remember it

The flying sparks
Electrical touches, slow, gentle
If they ever were, I cant remember
Whispers in the dark, sweet nothings
The naked caress of my being, I cant remember
Its all gone

Ingenuity,
Source of the throbbing aches
Pound after pound on my naked flesh
Snores of a dead yesterday
Wasting away in reeking pits
Of all the not, the isn't and couldn't
The never that haunt's the could be

What is left
All the rights
The goodbyes and well wishes
She makes you happy, like I couldn't
Cradles your person to galaxies I couldn't reach
To your being, your person
When I remain, with the broken fragments of me
My being, my person