los banos, ca,
making love to you the first time,
was so soft and warm to memory,
thats when i could still imagine,
that you loved me.
that night held with me,
through all of the pain,
instanly letting me forgive you,
because it made me think,
our love would last forever.
i remember the brightness in your eyes,
they held me in there embrace,
promising me things id never had,
but now i see, i am still,
making love to you the last time,
was so cold and left me sore,
my soul broken beneath you,
and i left a part of me in your bed that day,
because i realized it wasnt love you felt.
the past fell to dust and i tried to grasp it,
just as i always had you,
even though i knew,
i could never hold on tight enough,
becuase your love was non-existant.
our first night replaced,
by all the nights ive cried for you,
always in vain because everything i gave you,
was taken for granted,
and lost somewhere just as i was,
left to linger to long,
with the indying fact,
im nothing more,
than a well forgotten memory.