Mistaken for a singularity,
time froze when I crossed
the boundary of your eyes.

The signpost there warned
of the sundry dangers lurking beyond.

But my ragged heart needed mending.

The scattered corpses should have given me pause,
but I saw through the mirage of suffering
and imagined a palace of hope,
perched atop the upturned spires
of our twin hungry minds.

Soft landings,
evening flames,
smoky reminisces;

all the while it was merely
time's endless march that fertilized
our garden with heart blood.

The angst rose up like weeds
to choke out the bustling realm that once
glinted from afar with every step
of the journey that we were once on.

03/01/2015

Posted on 03/01/2015
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