Here's a poem i wrote in the summer but i've only just recovered it,

A Drug-Fuelled Romance

1.

I loved you once because you were a pantheist,
And God for you was ever so near,
Clasping all the world,

You spoke to leaves and branches,
The soil and stones, all your secret brothers,

You kept newts in the pond beyond the house,
And tended some little lilies,
And some sweet bluebells,

I loved you once because you were a poet,
And every word you wrote was refined,
Every sentence held my attention,
Like a magnet,

You set sparks loose in my brain,
Got me onto my feet,
Dancing in time to the wind and rain,

You engaged in a drug-fuelled romance,
With no clothes on,
And welfare cheques,
Leaping bare on the grass,
Not caring who saw,

In the Lake district,
At night pure Coleridge and Yeats,
You trained me in the secret art,
The reading of the inconspicuous parts of creation,

2.

A year went,
How intense it all was,

But then things dimmed,
And you burnt all your beats and books,
And waged war on the romantic,
A question:
WHO KILLED WILLIAM WORDSWORTH?

You got the shakes,
You shed your poetic skins,

Now,
Standing in the underground,
Studying the depth of shadow,
The patter of feet,
Waiting for the tracks to carry you away,
My human touch bleeds with pain
My very eyes reflect your beauty,
It drives deep down low,
Leaving a red raw scar,

Now I listen to my own breath,
The inward sound,
And there lies a flicker of the poet’s Holy Ghost,
Speaking what I cannot say,

Shall we part ways like this?
All the trains we’ve travelled,
All the landscapes,
All the green we’ve seen and climbed,
It all stops here,

It’s not right,
At least stay for it a bit longer,
For better or worse,
At least until I say I love you,

Darling don’t go,
Don’t you see, you can’t go
Because of me,

The doors swish open,
This is it,
Goodbye,

Your eyes look past me,
Not wanting to see,
My lids flecked with sadness,
And as the carriage pulls out I see you weep,
Dapping your eyes with a sorry looking tissue,
It’s the end of an era,
But sometimes I wish things were meant to last,

This stories' mine but not unique,
Its yours darling boy,
But not yours alone,
The drug-fuelled romance.