Gey Dumbass Over Here


To my dearest dumbass:

And as I reach up to touch,

I cannot help but

Want this so very much—

But it’s all for naught,

I already see her, Death—

Grasping your shoulder

Such was the fate of Macbeth,

Such is now your fate.

I love you so, so very—

And I am so, so

I am so, so sorry.

Only a mirage,

Only an illusion,

Only a dream,

A false future, one

That we will never have.