Foible

Soon,
as I leer every night into the starless skies,
I will forget that empyrean diamonds used to kindle the darkness.

As I continue to perceive you
in the same doused, antic limelight,
I will forget that you never returned my gaze.

As I undyingly whisper doting lullabies
and chisel sonnets of you
upon the paper of my skin,
with pulsating red ink,
I will forget that you never listened.