a sonnet

a sonnet

A Sonnet

If I knew you loved me, I would have

killed you before,   a
sentence that makes no sense

keep swirling around my head. William Burroughs

could have said that or perhaps he has.

 I meet I woman once,
not the first, and fell in love

with her, she was or could be my soulmate with her

I felt at ease not straining to be funny.

I was drawn into a black hole of love that could only

end in hurts weighed down by my past.

So I ended it short, brutal but with sleepless nights. 

I met another woman nothing about soulmates; she just

needed a place to stay near her place of work.

That was a long time ago, and now we are two lost souls

comforting each other in the midnight hours.