A Procrustean Bed

A procrustean bed,

Laden with spots blood-red,

Bones and sinew

Are all my adieu.

My heart gave my all

Dreading the Final Call

But realizing the chance

To show you romance.

I reached for my sword

And sheared through the board.

As Time raced anew,

And canceled us two.

You left, then returned,

But what had you learned?

No body, all soul,

You accomplished your goal.

No longer a pair,

No feelings to share.

I live by myself…

Forever, alone….