Treatment for Dusk

Dusk covers our skins

It's a skin disease

I tried alcohol and iodine

The only ointment is you

The only time

we smoked each other up

I told you we will wait for dawn

Another longing ailment

To come to this

A charming mess

Lip stains on overpriced cup

We share the same moon in our cups

In cute replicas

What we could have had

Think about that

And rethink

We used to have everything

Including in the carnelian deskpet

Now we are just used

So used to the past

Of what we could have been

Of what we could have being

This is it isn't it

I took out all my rings and call it a day

April 2025

By Aran Meredith