even now
when thoughts of her
affronting love’s convention
have shuffled off
the consequence
befalling our mistake
do trails tell truth
of hours attending
context tread anew
disavowing fated remnants
lingering devoid of interest
bleeding web of understanding
weeping reaped
sown of her seed
in retroactive disillusion
memories become unraveled
like the sutures
faintly tethering us
at the tearless seam
so it seems
as days unfolding
shattered moulds
tinged with decay
hinging on pending perspectives
shifting lights shine
fears display
in the barren sands of ruin
truant cheeks
turned weak of will
baring thoughts i pray not bear
surrendered to stoic submission
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