I compare the time spent with you

To standing on an oriental street

Inhaling the spices of the east

With the humid air hanging pensively 

When I walked you to the bus depot

Your Tyrian dyed coat mirrored my pain

Of knowing I could never share my thoughts

I later threw a punch in a bar to vent torment

You will never know of this desire

The longing, the yearning, the craving

As a lotus eater chews his last morsel

I swallow my heart as it beats in my throat