One last, long look,
no fleeting kiss goodbye.
You simply smiled,
walked off, left me to die.

This die was cast,
so long ago was writ
that you’d depart,
give up on me and quit.

My heart must bleed:
was written in the stars.
The gods decreed
that Venus must leave Mars

alone in space,
where there’s no up or down,
no night or day,
just circus moon and clown,

who simply smiles.
For it was long ago,
and wounds grow scars
when blood has ceased to flow.