I was
The bright-eyed fool
Hastily swept
Into the swill
Of cheap affection

When perfume reveries
Laid siege
To my vacant skull

And I basked
In delusion
Swindled
By the curse
Of swift elation

I was
The unswayed fool
Before the worried glow
In the eyes of precious kin

No truths were kept
As eagerness
Prevailed

Stocked
With young promise
And tragedy
Seething in wait