We used to laugh
at all the world’s nonsense
as if between our
intense kisses
and calling out
each other’s names
in moans
and urgent whispers
we’ve found some sort
of solution
to cure it
when we couldn’t even
cure ourselves
or each other

the consequences
of our carelessness
now loom wide and tall
blacker than Poe’s raven
solemnly repeating
final as death

I love you too much
to blame you
so I blame myself