An eye drop a day keeps the dark away,
But stopgap measures won't hold very long.
My childhood friend decides he cannot stay
Without physicians fixing what is wrong.
Now off he rides on piko for a cure,
While I am left behind and waving hard.
I know his will is strong and love is pure,
But hope is not the dealer's next-laid card.
His world reshuffles, and successive suits
Are diamond-hard rage and chain-locked hearts.
His vengeful plan, it promises no fruits
Aside from Eden's, poisoned in all parts.
When he next kisses my expectant head,
It shall be severed, laid on royal bed.