Lovely
I could stand and watch your shadow
Walk
Talk
Presence upon failure
In me
I could feel you
Some grace of memories
Mist of love
Unfolding peace into war
But daub was your choice
Filled the ship
Empty
Many years of hope and fear
I see you in silent
And
Knowing you weren’t mine
I could not wipe the bleed within
Velvet veils
Hide nothing
Red
Wet
Die.
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