the seconds we spent

your face darling dear
is losing it’s clear
mark on my mind
and fragments of photos
can’t hold your beauty still

silly in thought
and immature want
distracting this time
wilting neoteric names into antiques
not making the call

flip fucking the day
in an old-fashion way
wanting to chime
like the bell around your neck
that I’m stuck on

can I stay this way for you
would you expect me to
should I keep drinking our red wine
or neglect a good idea
and let it fade away