He never believed
In angels or demons,
Until he found
The love of his life.

He loved him deeply,
But their brief affair was a sampling
Of both heaven
And hell.

Sweet and tender blissful moments
Chaotically shuffled
With harsh and sharpened words,
Or mere contempt.

Until the day
When all he had left
Was a hole with his outline
In both his heart and bed.

Closing the door
Of the now empty apartment,
He rediscovered freedom
With a slightly bitter aftertaste.

As he felt the drops
Running down his face,
He knew they were not tears,
It was just rain.