I thought it would end in sepia

A pantoum poem about a relationship where the partners do not share the same agenda.

The dream for the end is so clear to me
Already sepia toned
How do I wash it in memories
To bring out or set in the sun

Already sepia toned
Romanticising never ends well
To bring out or set in the sun
Peeling paint reveals the splintered wood

Romanticising never ends well
But then who isn’t a fool for all that
Peeling paint reveals the splintered wood
Beneath the gloss sheen veneer

But then who isn’t a fool for all that
Sex does sell
Beneath the gloss sheen veneer
Of niceties and thinking you’re sweet

Sex does sell
How do I wash it in memories
Of niceties and thinking you’re sweet
The dream for the end is so clear to me