"I've lost you..."

I’ve lost you, haven’t I?

Now, time moves slower.

My words fall silently

like leaves in autumn.

Inside an empty church,

where mass just ended,

I’m Christ, whose open arms

now hang suspended.

Love flourishes and fades.

Alpha -- Omega.

One day, a god; the next --

a homeless beggar.

Perhaps, it’s for the best, --

no love -- no jealousy.

Wash down my farewell kiss

with sips of Hennessy.

We’ve loved each other, dear, --

how can this love be over?

The cold receiver falls

like an old revolver.