...Time Could Heal Everything)

standing in the center of this room once shared between two becomes one, sealed behind pixels clasped with cottonwood your sundress reveals my poem hung across rosemary shoulders of soft smile echoes whispers of rain across your cheek we walk crosswalks of brokenness careful of ripping too much flesh knowing at an angels moment, life is silenced (a sigh from the assassins gun) mirrors lie to the one who seeks identity creases steal youth from times mason jar; -one last glance- the close of a door cannot stop the fossilized finger that locks you away eclipsed like a locket welded shut (if only…