A Lovely Death
When did we become the assassin's of love? Of romance? When did we reduce it to a cliché?
To a catch phrase on a t-shirt, or a greeting card; or when making love became a scheduled event, like laundry, or getting groceries.
When did it lose its magic, and become a forgotten notion? It seems we do well to just fit it into our day.
A quick, token, kiss, on the way out the door.... And sex just to relieve frustration.
Fuck, man, did we take an axe to love. But good.
Now we pay money to be reminded, by books, or movies. Just to relive the memory, vicariously. And morn it briefly, with a sigh, or a tear, or two, as the credits roll by.
No fucking wonder we buy flowers on Valentines Day. We're subconsciously commemorating loves death.
A memorial day for love.
~SteVc
