somewhere
along this wayward
path
i lost
the sum
of you
in broken
buttons
crumpled
papers
whispers
faintly
promised
to reflections
we once
bared
scattered
over trails
capricious
memories
thread precious
pleas
plotting
their escape
like petty fools
from plighted faith
parched
from implore
upending
thoughts
would mark
the path
that led me
to your vested
heart
when vagrants
sought
the stars
and charted
the descending
hours
of our last
reverie
rapt
in such despair
’til all
that i could
see
were driftless
streaks
of blackness
stripped
amid
the grip
of shame
unearthed
where flashing
shades
of pompeii
stayed
in grim dispart
impressed
upon
the distant
sky
estranged
a world
apart
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It gorgeously sad and wistful Max.
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Thank you Christine! Your support means the world to me.
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Always my love, always.
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Reblogged this on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
Tender heart ache from Max Meunier
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Thank you for the re-blog! I appreciate it more than I am able to express
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Such a powerful metaphor, Max.
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Thank you! I appreciate this as I was apprehensive about using it at first.
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