he reminds me of atlas

world resting on his shoulders

waiting for the day his knees will crush

under the weight of his guilt

he whispers his apologies like a hymn

there's no love in staying with him

for he is burdened with the sky you cannot hold

he reminds me of hades

lurking in the shadows

pressing his pomegranate seeds in his palms

waiting for the day

his persephone arrives

he whispers his apologies like a hymn

there's no love in keeping her there

for she was born to bring out the spring

he reminds me of apollo

blinded in his love

drowning in his sorrows

he whispers his apologies like a hymn

there's no love in bringing him back

for hyacinthus is dead