Au Revoir to the love of my life

Bones has me disillusioned, his flesh turned coat and stepped over the line of attraction. I look at the arrogant, primped body covered in fashion and wonder where he went. What happened to the boy that slept so peacefully, beautifully showing me the outline of his inner form? Bones? I whisper it gently, hoping, half expecting him to flash his toothy grin with that sparkle in the eye sockets that I knew so well. But I receive no answer from this machine of society that stands before me. So here's to Bones, to the memory of my strangest fetish and most unrequited love. I will always hold you close.